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stbitten　inside　her

totally…wrong…for…the…weather　Les　Best　Mary　Janes。　Why　did　Aaron　always　have　to　act　so

infuriatingly　superior？　？First　of　all；　I　could　be　meeting　someone　else。　Second　of　all；　what　do　you

care　anyway？　And　third　of　all；　if　it　is　him；　sowhat　？？　She　flung　her　hand　in　the　air　and　waved　it

impatiently。　It　was　only　nine。　Where　the　hell　were　all　the　fucking　cabs？

Aaron　shrugged。　？I　don？t　know。　I？m　just　guessing　he？s　like　some　big　investment　banker　who

gives　lots　of　cash　to　Yale；　and　you？re　flirting　with　him　or　whatever　because　you　want　to　get　in　so

badly。　Which　is　pretty　lame　if　you　ask　me。？

？Actually；　I　didn？t　ask；？　Blair　snapped　back。　？But　maybe　Ishould　listen　to　Mr。

Accepted…Early…At…Harvard…Even…Though…All…I…Do…Is…Sit…Around…In…My…Underwear…Drinking…B

eer…And…Pretending…I…Play…In…A…Really…Cool…Band…Which…Actually…Sucks；　since　you　obviously

know　everything。？　A　taxi　screeched　to　a　stop　at　the　corner　of　Forty…third　Street　to　let　someone　out。

Blair　made　a　dash　for　it。　？Don？t　fucking　make　judgments　about　something

you　know　nothing　about！？　she　shouted　at　Aaron；　before　jumping

into　the　cab　and　pulling　the　door　shut。

Aaron　shivered　in　his　thin　cotton　jacket　and　hunched　his　shoulders　into　the　bitter　wind　as　he

walked　east　on　Forty…second　Street　to　Grand　Central　Station。　It　would　be　good　to　just　hang　with

the　guys　for　a　change。　Women　were　a　monumental　pain　in　his　vegan　ass。

But　we？re　oh；　so　worth　it？right？

way　better　than　naked

Dan　tried　not　to　stare　at　the　models　as　they　came　out　onto　the　runway　during　the　Better　Than

Naked　show　wearing　only　pleated　brown　corduroy　miniskirts　with　no　tops　on　at　all。　Their　skirts

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