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ation　hit　and　a　new；　fabulous　idea　began　to　form　in　her　head。

After　her　father　had　moved　out　of　the　penthouse　and　before　he？d　left　for　France　to　live　with　his

gay　French　lover？Jacques　or　Jean…Claude；　or　whatever　the　fuck　his　name　was？he？d　camped　out　at

the　Yale　Club　for　a　few　months。　It　was　right　across　the　street　from　Grand　Central　Station；　but；

unlike　the　old　train　station；　the　Yale　Club　had　never　really　been　renovated　and　still　had　that

shabbily　elegant　Old　New　York　vibe。　It　was　the　type　of　place　Blair？s　former　best　friend　Serena

would　adore；　while　Blair　would　normally　have　preferred　a　more　sumptuously　elegant　suite　at　the

Carlyle　or　one　of　the　city？s　other　landmark　hotels。　But　she？d　already　stayed　in　a　suite　at　the　Plaza；

where　she？d　been　treated　like　just　another　well…to…do　guest。　At　the　Yale　Club　she？d　be　？Harold

Waldorf？s　daughter；？　which　was　almost　as　good　as　being　royalty。

Almost。

？Actually；　I？m　moving　to　the　Yale　Club？at　least　until　I　figure　out　what　I？m　doing　this　summer；？

she　announced　into　the　phone；　smiling　down　at　her　perfectly　manicured　coral　pink　fingernails　as　if

this　had　been　her　plan　all　along。

？Is　that　so？？

Blair　looked　up　from　her　overstuffed　black　Barneys　shopping　bags　full　of　shoes。　Vanessa　was

standing　in　the　open　doorway　to　the　apartment；　hands　on　her　pale；　round　hips；　wearing　a　black

wifebeater　T…shirt　and　black　cotton　Hanes　underwear。　That　scraggly　boy　Blair　thought　Vanessa　had

dumped　for　good　was　standing　behind　her；　wearing　only　a　pair　of　gray　Fruit　of　the　Looms；　while

the　rest　of　his　worn…too…often…to…ever…e…clean　clothes　were　bundled　in　his　arms。　A　huge　grapey

bruise　stood　out　on　his　throat；　just　belo