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　There　was　some…thing　so　totally　familiar　and　forting　about　kissing

some…one　with　short；　spiky　hair。

Hello？　Even　if　that　someone　is　a　dude？

Feeling　totally　confused　and　extremely　nauseated　all　of　a　sudden；　Dan　mustered　enough　energy

to　push　Greg　away　and　mumbled　something　about　needing　to　puke　as　he　stumbled　for　the

bathroom。

　It　was　the　absinthe　that　was　to　blame；　he　assured　himself　as　he　settled　onto　the

white…tiled　floor　in　front　of　the　toilet。

For　the　kissing…someone…with…face…stubble　part；　or　the　puking　part？

？

Air　Mail　…　Par　Avion　…　July　11

Hi　Dan！

How　e　you　haven？t　been　replying　to　my　postcards？　Are　you　okay？　Has　Vanessa　painted　my

room　black　yet？　Write　me　baaaaack！

Love　（but　not　for　long　if　you　don？t　write　me　soon）；

Jenny

s　and　b？s　sweet　revenge

？Are　you　ready　yet？？　Serena　banged　on　the　thick；　bleached　wood　pocket　door　to　the　guest

house？s　only　bath…room；　straining　her　voice　to　be　heard　over　the　persistent　beat　of　techno　playing

outside；　and　of　the　noise　of　partygoers　laughing　and　yelling　to　one　another　across　the　wide；

emerald　green　lawn。

？Almost。

？　Blair　dabbed　a　bit　of　her　current　favorite　perfume？a　lilac　concoction　from　Viktor　&

Rolf？behind　her　earlobes；　on　her　wrists；　and；　just　in　case；　on　the　soft　space　between　her　breasts

that　was　just　visible　in　her　low…cut；　tissue…weight　pale　yellow　cotton　Alberta　Ferretti　dress。

　She

glanced　at　herself　in　the　mirror；　imagining　what　she　might　look　like　if　someone　like；　say；　Nate；　just

happened　to　wander　next　door　to　check　out　the　party。

　With　her　tousled；　beachy　hair　and　her　long

nearly　white　dress；　she　looked　like　a　bride　about　to　get　married　on　a　sailboat。

　A　sailboat　like

theCharlotte；　the　boat　Nate　had　built　that　very　first　summer　they　were　together。

Which　was　the　only　sailboat　she？d　ever　really　sailed　on。

She？d　been　thinking　about　Nate　a　lot　ever　since　they　ran　into　him　three　days　ago；　hoping　he？d

e　visit　again。

　She？d　already　heard　from　a　million　people　that　his　hot　romance　or

whateverthefuck　he　had　with　that　townie　girl　was　long　over；　and　with　some　proper　groveling；　she

could　forgive　him　for　his　romantic　retardation。