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us？s　messy　hair　off　his　fore…head。　？He？s　a　real　pit　bull。　God；　I

remember　one　time　I　was　having　this　contract　dispute　with　a　studio　and？？

？It？s　a　small　world。？　Serena　yawned　and　pointed　her　ballet…slippered　toes。

？Here？s　to　a　small　world。？　Thaddeus　lifted　his　bottle　and　clinked　it　against　Jason？s　and　then

Serena？s。

She　chugged　the　entire　contents　of　her　beer　and　inched　a　little　closer　to　Thaddeus。　Even　if　their

conversation　was　deathly　boring；　she　knew　she　was　in　the　presence　of　two　sweet　young　gentlemen

who　would　probably　carry　her　up　four　flights　of　stairs　to　her　apartment　if　she　happened　to　drink

too　much　and　couldn？t　walk。

After　all；　she？s　always　depended　on　the　kindness　of　strangers。

the　runaway　bride

Blair　Waldorf　burst　into　the　lobby　of　Claridge？s　like　a　woman　on　a　mission；　which　was　exactly

what　she　was。　She　had　to　get　back　to　her　suite　and　sift　through　the　packages　she？d　had　delivered。

She　was　particularly　interested　in　revisiting　the　show…stopping　wedding　gown　that　had　been　her

week？s　biggest　quarry：　at　ten　thousand　pounds　it　was　a　splurge；　even　for　her；　but　it　was　so　perfect

that　it　was　worth　every　penny；　and　Blair　knew　her　mother　would　agree。　And　if　she　didn？t；　Blair

knew　her　father；　Harold　J。　Waldorf；　would：　he　was　a　fabulous　gay　man　living　the　high　life　in　the

south　of　France。　If　anyone　understood　the　thrill　of　finding　the　perfect　wedding　dress；　he　would。

She？d　been　meaning　to　schedule　a　weekend　rendezvous　with　her　dear　old　dad　in　Paris？surely　it

was　time　for　Marcus　to　meet　her　parents？　It　was　only　a　couple　of　hours　away　by　the　Chunnel；　and

it　would　beso　fun　to　take　a　romantic　train　ride　with　her　boyfriend　and　leave　co