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第17部分（第2页）

Nate　did　not　expect　to　be　surprised　in　the　fourth　Jenny。

the　rest　of　the　apartment　was　confortave1　middle　and　falling　to　pieces；　like　a　country　house

that　was　never　cleaned；　and　he　hoped　that　the　room　it　was　more　so。

　But　Jenny　hated　the

smooth　walls　of　a　grimy　white；　the　ceiling　cracked；　the　surface　of　bare　wood　and　the　old

white　sheets；　and　it　was　a　good　artist。

　So；　in　recent　months；　she　began　painting；

particularly　portraits；　and　his　favorite　subject；　of　course；

Nate　was。

　There　were　six　of　them　in　total；　each　made　in　the　style　of　a　different　artist。

There　was　the　Nate　of　Monet；　the　impressionist　style；　and　Nate　of　Picasso；　with　eyes　on　the

feet；　and　Nate　of　Dalí；　dripping　a　puddle　on　the　sidewalk；　and　Nate　of　Warhol；　with　electric

green　eyes　and　hair　in；　gold；　Nate　of　Pollock；　with　the　ink　respingada　in　the　form　of　a

head；　and　Nate　of　Changall；　with　the　head　of　Nate　flying　at　night　sky。

…　You　like？　…　Jenny　asked　full　of　hope。

　_　Im　trying　to　copy　all　the　different　styles。

　The

Pollock　is　one　of　the　most　difficult。

Nate　looked　gaping　the　paintings　on　the　wall。

　Pollock　did　not　know　what　was；　not　recognized

any　of　the　styles　of　other　artists　who　use　Jenny；　but　he　recognized　six　times　and　that　was

enough　to　make　it　stop。

…So　it　is　that　I　spent　most　of　the　time…Jenny　explained　cheerfully。

　Nate　was　so　lovely

talking　to　her　father　that　she　was　even　more　in　love　with　him。

　Courageously；　she　stood

tiptoe　and　put　their　hands　on　his　shoulders。

　…I　kind　of　wanted　to　kiss　you　all　night　…

sussurou　it　with　the　voice　rouxa；　Nate　was　hard；　but　not　the　way　you　think。

Yes　normally　such　moves　would　make　a　beautiful　erection；　but　Nate　had　just　had　a　very　clear

framework　for　moving　Jenny　hours　alone　in　a　room　painting　those　retartos　good；　but　extremely

strange；　him。

The　case　was　that　he　had　said　to　Jenny　that　I　loved　her。

　And　that　means　he　was　sincere　all

the　time。