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thought　about　writing

Let　me　go；　fuck！　on　a　sheet　of　paper　and　send　to　the　office　of　admission　to　Yale；　but

considering　the　fact　that　the　interviewer　told　the　whole　story　of　his　life　and　then　kissed；

this　may　not　be　a　good　idea。

She　climbed　the　stairs　that　led　to　the　fourth　floor　to　get　your　coat　closet　ski　blue　Marc

Jacobs；　runs　up　against　Kati　Farkas　and　Isabel　Coates　on　the　stairs。

…　As　proof　of　the　French？　…　Kati　asked。

Chovido　had　this　morning　when　she　was　going　to　school；　and　her　strawberry　blond　hair　was

pletely　crespo。

Kati　Blair　felt　like　a　poodle　that　was　struck　by　lightning。　She　has　to　shoulder。　〃Idiot。〃

Departed　the　hair　of　the　face　with　a　shaken　impatient。　I　was　so　sick　of　talking　about　school

and　notes　and　evidence　of　advanced　courses　that　thought

I　could　puke。

…　I　am　sure　that　she　was　well　…　said　Blair　loyally。　Serena　never　studied　and　was　not　in

class　for　advanced　studies；　but　she　always　managed　to　do　well　enough　to　attend　the　class　and

write　articles　half　decent。　She　was　intelligent　…　all　the　girls　were　Constance　…　but　the

teachers　plained　of　her　if　she　did　not　use　the　full　potential　since　he　was　in　second

grade。　Well　basically；　Blair　savor　the　fact　that　Serena　is　so　little　academic。　It　would　be

totally　impossible　if　they　are　friends　Serena　was　beautiful　like　that　and　then　only　bear　A。

…　Hey；　which　rolled　between　you　and　that　guy；　Miles？　asked　Isabel。

She　could　not　believe　those　two。　The　last　time　we　turn　Kati　and　Isabel；　they　had　passed　out

drunk　in　the　backseat　of　a　limo　and　the　Blair　rejected　totally。

Now　they　were　acting　as　if　it　wanted　to　be　best　friends　again。　But　Blair　would　not　be　in

conversation　with　them　about　a　guy　who　probably　never　see　again　so　that　they　could　spread

the　gossip　around　the　school。

…　Actually；　no　…　she　responded　with　indifference。

…　Ooooh　…　balbuciou　Isabel。　…　She　is　so　reserved。　That　means　something　must　have　happened。

Blair　goggle。

…　Whatever。

…　Hey；　what　a　lady。　Glos　said　in　his　essay　for　Yale？　…　Kati　asked。

That　was　the　problem　of　attending　a　school　for　girls　only：　everyone　knew　everything　about

everybody。　That　left　Blair　insane。

…　She　liked　…　Blair　lied。　She　began　to　climb　the　ladder　again；　the　ringlet　of　rubi　beating

in　the　metal　handrail　as　she　walked。　…　See　you　later。　I　have　to　start　studying　for　a　test　of