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went　on　in　an　oblivious　loud　voice；　eating　up　the　attention。　？Everyone　has　a　calling；　and　I　think

fashion　is　mine。？

？What　about　London？　What　about　Lord　Whatsisname？？　Serena　demanded。　Were　the　rumors

about　his　English　fianc？e　actually　true？　She　didn？t　usually　listen　to　gossip；　but　there　had　to　be　a

reason　for　Blair　to　give　up　a　royal　romance　in　London　to　e　home　and　take　a　summer　job。

？It？s　a　long　story。？　Blair　sighed　dramatically。　She　was　a　working　woman　with　a　past。　Now　if

Serena　would　just　loan　her　that　dress　。　。　。

？Tell　it　to　me　tonight；？　Serena　whispered　excitedly。　？Ken？s　putting　me　up　in　my　own　apartment。

You　should　totally　e　over。　Shit；　screw　that？move　in　with　me！？

？Well　。　。　。？　Blair　hesitated。　She？d　moved　around　a　lot　lately：　the　Plaza　Hotel；　Williamsburg；　the

Yale　Club；　London。　And　wasn？t　she　supposed　to　be　home；　close　to　her　baby　sister？

？Did　I　mention　that　I？m　now　living　on　East　Seventy…first　Street？？　Serena　knew　full　well　that

Blair　Waldorf　of　all　people　would　recognize　that　address。

Move　into　the　apartment　fromBreakfast　at　Tiffany？s　！

？I　just　need　to　pack　my　bags；？　Blair　responded　stoically；　as　if　she　could　hide　the　fact　that　she　was

practically　peeing　in　her　pants　with　excitement。　？I？ll　be　there　tonight。？

She　threw　her　arms　around　Serena　in　a　fit　of　impetuous　enthusiasm。　Everything　always　had　a

way　of　turning　out　just　right；　especially　when　Serena　was　involved。　This　time　they　really　would

stay　friends　forever。

If　you　can　call　the　next　few　days　forever！

karma　chameleon

Dan　Humphrey　slipped　into　the　disgusting　employees…only　restroom　in　a　dank　corner　of　the

basement　of　the　Strand　clutching　a　tiny　black　tote　bag　emblazoned　with　the　logo　of　the　literary

magazineRed　Herring　。　Double…checking　that　the　door　was　locked　tight；　he　pulled　his　threadbare

Bauhaus　T…shirt　over　his　head　and　unbuttoned　his　fine…wale　Levi？s　cords；　dropping　them　to　the

floor。　He　paid　no　attention　to　the　literary　graffiti　a　generation　of　disaffected　Strand　employees　had

scrawled　all　over　the　walls？legend　had　it　that　some　bitter　former　clerk　had　jotted　down　the　actual

New　Hampshire　home　telephone　number　of　the　famously　reclusive　J。　D。　Salinger。　He　had　only　ten

minutes　to　meet　Bree　in　Union　Square　and　he　had　to　get　out　of　his　everyday　clothes？which　reeked

of　smoke？and　into　something　cleaner　and　more　exercise…friendly。

So　he　wasn？t　the　most　athletic　guy　in　the　world。　His　relationship　or　connection　or　whatever　with

Bree　was　based　on　more　than　Lycra　clothing　and　naked　yoga　sessions。　Bree　had　opened　Dan？s

eyes；　helped　him　think　about　the　world　in　a　way　he　never　had　before。　Bending　and　posing　in　a　hot

room　with　a　sweaty　naked　guy　leaning　into　him　wasn？t　Dan？s　idea　of　a　romantic　evening；　but

reading　Bree？s　favorite　books　was　stimulating　and　thought…provoking。　He？d　done　so　much　in　his

life　already？had　a　poem　published　in　theNew　Yorker　；　interned　atRed　Herring　；　sung　his　original

songs　with　the　Raves？but　it　was　kind　of　thrilling　to　discover　something　deeper　and　more