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them　both　cell　phones。

“Jenny；　can’t　this　wait—”　Dan　started　to　say；　sounding　annoyed　in

the　way　that　only　older　brothers　can。

“Serena　van　der　Woodsen！”　Jenny　interrupted　him。　“Serena　is　back

at　Constance。　I　saw　her　in　Prayers。　Can　you　believe　it？”

Dan　watched　a　plastic　coffee…cup　lid　skitter　down　the　sidewalk。　A

red　Saab　sped　down　West　End　Avenue　through　a　yellow　light。　His

socks　felt　damp　inside　his　brown　suede　Hush　Puppies。

Serena　van　der　Woodsen。　He　took　a　long　drag　on　his　Camel。　His

hands　were　shaking　so　much　he　almost　missed　his　mouth。

“Dan？”　his　sister　squeaked　into　the　phone。　“Can　you　hear　me？　Did

you　hear　what　I　said？　Serena　is　back。　Serena　van　der　Woodsen。”

Dan　sucked　in　his　breath　sharply。　“Yeah；　I　heard　you；”　he　said；

feigning　disinterest。　“So　what？”

“So　what？”　Jenny　said　incredulously。　“Oh；　right；　like　you　didn’t　just

have　a　mini　heart　attack。　You’re　so　full　of　it；　Dan。”

“No；　I’m　serious；”　Dan　said；　pissily。　“What　are　you　calling　me　for？

What　do　I　care？”

Jenny　sighed　loudly。　Dan　could　be　so　irritating。　Why　couldn’t　he　just

act　happy　for　once？　She　was　so　tired　of　his　pale；　miserable；

introspective…poet　act。

“All　right；”　she　said。　“Forget　it。　I’ll　talk　to　you　later。”

She　clicked　off　and　Dan　shoved　his　cell　phone　back　into　the　pocket

of　his　faded　black　corduroys。　He　snatched　a　pack　of　cigarettes　out

of　his　back　pocket　and　lit　another　one　with　the　burning　stub　of　the

one　he　was　already　smoking。　His　thumbnail　got　singed；　but　he

didn’t　even　feel　it。

Serena　van　der　Woodsen。

They　had　first　met　at　a　party。　No；　that　wasn’t　exactly　true。　Dan　had

seen　her　at　a　party；　hi