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　Blair　darling；”　Eleanor　Waldorf　answered　the　phone　breathily。　“I’m　just　in　the　middle　of　my　private　doga　session。　Mookie　loves　it！　I　may　not　let　Aaron　bring　him　back　to　Boston；”　she　trilled；　naming　Blair’s　stepbrother　and　his　mangy　mutt。

“Hi；　Mom；”　Blair　sighed。　She　was　immediately　reminded　why　she　didn’t　often　call　her　mother。　Eleanor　Waldorf　had　always　been　slightly　batty；　but　living　in　LA　had　pushed　her　over　the　edge。　Now；　in　addition　to　a　maid　and　a　chef　on　the　payroll；　she　also　had　a　reflexologist；　an　astrologist；　and　a　crystal…arts　healer。　And　apparently；　a　dog…yoga　teacher；　too。

It　takes　a　village。

“So；　how　is　New　York？”　Eleanor　asked；　doga　forgotten。

Blair　shrugged；　even　though　her　mom　couldn’t　see　her。　She　flipped　the　channels　on　the　muted　TV；　setting　down　the　remote　when　she　got　to　an　old　black…and…white　film。　“It’s　sort　of　weird　to　not　have　a　home　here　anymore。”

“That　must　be　hard；”　Eleanor’s　voice　softened　a　bit。　“But　you　must　be　having　fun　showing　Pete　around。　Has　he　met　Serena　and　Nate　yet？”

No；　but　he　knows　all　about　them。

“Yeah；”　Blair　said　dismissively。　“But　I　don’t　think　I’ll　be　back　here　for　a　while。”　She　took　a　bite　of　crispy　bacon　and　wiped　her　fingers　on　the　duvet。

“Blair；　don’t　be　ridiculous。　It’s　your　city　no　matter　where　we　live。　Now；　do　me　a　favor；　go　to　Barneys　and　buy　yourself　something　fabulous；”　her　mother　urged。　Mookie　barked　in　the　background。　“Oops。　I　think　Mookie’s　losing　his　focus。　Gotta　jet—love　you；　sweetie！”　Eleanor　trilled　before　hanging　up。

Blair　sighed　and　lay　back　on　the　bed。　If　only　her　life　could　be　sorted　out　by　a　pair　of　Manolos。　But　Eleanor　did　have　a　point。　It　wasn’t　healthy　to　be　by　herself　in　the　room；　watching　endless　ancient　movies　and　episodes　of　year…in…