第38部分(第2/7 頁)

h　a　certain　hedge　fund；　and　I　want　to　fly　you　down　to　St。　Barts　for　the　holidays。　e　with　me　and　let’s　toast　the　rest　of　our　lives。

—Rich

a：　Dear　Rich；

While　I’m　flattered　to　hear　you’re　a　longtime　devotee；　there’s　no　way　I’m　spending　this　holiday　anywhere　other　than　the　Upper　East　Side。　And　while　the　affections　of　some　ordinary　girls　may　be　for　sale；　I’m　no　ordinary　girl。

—GG

stress　case

As　we　all　bustle　about　trying　to　figure　out　our　futures；　I’m　experiencing　déjà　vu。　Didn’t　we　do　this　once　already？　It’s　senior　year　stress　all　over　again—except　this　time；　we’re　not　applying　to　college；　we’re　applying　to　life。　My　advice　is　the　same　as　I　gave　four　years　ago：　Sometimes；　you　just　need　to　pour　the　pinot；　turn　on　some　tunes；　and　chill　out。　After　all；　don’t　we　have　the　rest　of　our　lives　to　worry？

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

old　rivalries；　new　real　estate

Blair　stood　on　the　terrace　of　her　mother　and　stepfather’s　new　Central　Park　West　penthouse　and　took　a　drag　of　her　Merit　Ultra　Light。　In　the　past　year；　she’d　almost　given　up　smoking；　but　something　about　her　mother’s　dinner　parties　always　made　her　want　to　break　the　rules。

The　new　penthouse　was　on　the　top　floor　of　a　sprawling　French　Renaissance　and　German　Gothic　sandstone　building　that；　on　Seventy…second　and　Central　Park　West；　lay　almost　exactly　across　the　park　from　the　Fifth　Avenue　building　Blair　had　grown　up　in。　It　may　as　well　have　been　in　a　whole　other　country。　They　were　here　because　Cyrus　was　creating　a　huge　development　on　the　west　side；　but　Blair　had　a　feeling　that　Eleanor　had　also　pushed　for　the　move　because　she　missed　her　old　stomping　grounds。　Blair　didn’t　blame　her。　The　few　times　she’d　been　out　to　LA；　she’d　hated　it。　The　clothes　were　gaudy；