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pop out of her shirt. The LEcole girls all wear
really tight clothes and short skirts and high heels. Theyre like, the hos of the Upper
East Side school system. N likes to flirt with them, and so far thats as far as its gone.
But if B leads him on any longer, he might start giving Claire more than just a bite of
his pizza. This time, though, Claire surprises him by asking if hes heard about S . Claire
claims to have heard that S not only got pregnant last year, but that she gave birth in
France. Her babys name is Jules and he is alive and well and living in Marseilles.
As for Dwell, hes sitting outside in the Riverside Prep courtyard again, reading poetry
and eating PB and J. I know that sounds extremely sad, but dont worry about D. His time is
coming. Stay tuned.
Sightings K was seen returning a pink, army-print handbag at Barneys. Personally, I
thought the bag was cute. But someone must have talked her out of it. You know you love me,
Hey Nate. Its Serena. Im just calling to see what youre up to. I thought maybe we could go
out tonight, but you know what? Im tired. Its only ten, but I think Im going to bed. Ill
see you this weekend though, okay? I cant wait. Love you. Nighty-night.
Gossip Girl 02 - You Know You Love Me
Serena hung up. Her room felt very quiet. Even Fifth Avenue was still, except for the
occasional passing taxi. From where she sat on her big canopy bed, she could see the
silver- framed photograph of her family, taken in Greece when she was twelve. The captain
of the sailboat theyd chartered had taken the picture. They were all in bathing suits, and
her brother, Erik, who was fourteen at the time, was making a big fart kiss on Serenas
cheek while their parents looked on, laughing. Serena had gotten her period for the first
time on that trip. Shed been so embarrassed, she couldnt bear to tell her parents, but
what was she supposed to do, trapped on a boat? They were anchored off the
island of Rhodes, and while their parents were snorkeling and Serena and Erik were
supposed to be having windsurfing lessons, Erik had swum ashore, stolen a Vespa, and
bought her some maxi pads. He came back with them in a little plastic bag, tied on top of
his head, her hero. Serena had thrown her ruined underwear overboard. They were probably
still there, stuck on a reef somewhere. Now Erik was a freshman at Brown, and Serena never
got to see him. He had been in France with her that summer, but theyd both spent the whole
time chasing or being chased by boys and girls, so theyd never really had time to talk.
Serena picked up the phone again and pressed the speed-dial button for her brothers
off-campus apartment. The phone rang and rang until finally the voicemail system picked
up. If you would like to leave a message for Dillon, press one. If you would like to leave
a message for Tim, press two. If you would like to leave a message for Drew, press three.
If you would like to leave a message for Erik, press four. Serena pressed four and then
hesitated. . . . Hey . . . its Serena. Sorry I havent called in a while. But you could
have called me too, you big jerk. I was stuck up in Ridgefield, bored out of my mind,
until this weekend, and now Im back in the city. I had my first day of school today. It
was kind of strange. Actually it sucked. Everyone is . . . everything is . . . I dont know
. . . its weird. . . . Anyway, call me. I miss your hairy ass. Ill send you a care-package
as soon as I get a chance. Love you. Bye.
Youre so full of shit, Dan, Jenny Humphrey told her brother. They were sitting at the
kitchen table in their large and crumbling tenth- floor, four-bedroom West End Avenue
apartment. It was a beautiful old place with twelve-foot ceilings, lots of sunny windows,
big walk- in closets, and huge bathtubs with feet, but it hadnt been renovated since the
1940s. The walls were waterstained and cracked,
really tight clothes and short skirts and high heels. Theyre like, the hos of the Upper
East Side school system. N likes to flirt with them, and so far thats as far as its gone.
But if B leads him on any longer, he might start giving Claire more than just a bite of
his pizza. This time, though, Claire surprises him by asking if hes heard about S . Claire
claims to have heard that S not only got pregnant last year, but that she gave birth in
France. Her babys name is Jules and he is alive and well and living in Marseilles.
As for Dwell, hes sitting outside in the Riverside Prep courtyard again, reading poetry
and eating PB and J. I know that sounds extremely sad, but dont worry about D. His time is
coming. Stay tuned.
Sightings K was seen returning a pink, army-print handbag at Barneys. Personally, I
thought the bag was cute. But someone must have talked her out of it. You know you love me,
Hey Nate. Its Serena. Im just calling to see what youre up to. I thought maybe we could go
out tonight, but you know what? Im tired. Its only ten, but I think Im going to bed. Ill
see you this weekend though, okay? I cant wait. Love you. Nighty-night.
Gossip Girl 02 - You Know You Love Me
Serena hung up. Her room felt very quiet. Even Fifth Avenue was still, except for the
occasional passing taxi. From where she sat on her big canopy bed, she could see the
silver- framed photograph of her family, taken in Greece when she was twelve. The captain
of the sailboat theyd chartered had taken the picture. They were all in bathing suits, and
her brother, Erik, who was fourteen at the time, was making a big fart kiss on Serenas
cheek while their parents looked on, laughing. Serena had gotten her period for the first
time on that trip. Shed been so embarrassed, she couldnt bear to tell her parents, but
what was she supposed to do, trapped on a boat? They were anchored off the
island of Rhodes, and while their parents were snorkeling and Serena and Erik were
supposed to be having windsurfing lessons, Erik had swum ashore, stolen a Vespa, and
bought her some maxi pads. He came back with them in a little plastic bag, tied on top of
his head, her hero. Serena had thrown her ruined underwear overboard. They were probably
still there, stuck on a reef somewhere. Now Erik was a freshman at Brown, and Serena never
got to see him. He had been in France with her that summer, but theyd both spent the whole
time chasing or being chased by boys and girls, so theyd never really had time to talk.
Serena picked up the phone again and pressed the speed-dial button for her brothers
off-campus apartment. The phone rang and rang until finally the voicemail system picked
up. If you would like to leave a message for Dillon, press one. If you would like to leave
a message for Tim, press two. If you would like to leave a message for Drew, press three.
If you would like to leave a message for Erik, press four. Serena pressed four and then
hesitated. . . . Hey . . . its Serena. Sorry I havent called in a while. But you could
have called me too, you big jerk. I was stuck up in Ridgefield, bored out of my mind,
until this weekend, and now Im back in the city. I had my first day of school today. It
was kind of strange. Actually it sucked. Everyone is . . . everything is . . . I dont know
. . . its weird. . . . Anyway, call me. I miss your hairy ass. Ill send you a care-package
as soon as I get a chance. Love you. Bye.
Youre so full of shit, Dan, Jenny Humphrey told her brother. They were sitting at the
kitchen table in their large and crumbling tenth- floor, four-bedroom West End Avenue
apartment. It was a beautiful old place with twelve-foot ceilings, lots of sunny windows,
big walk- in closets, and huge bathtubs with feet, but it hadnt been renovated since the
1940s. The walls were waterstained and cracked,
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