glad she and Blair were friends。 As different as they were； they？d accepted their differences and
painted each other？s toenails。 And wasn？t that what true friendship was about？ Vanessa nearly
gagged at her own sentimentality； but it was all true； so fuck it。
Dan stared up at a large photograph of Serena at the Raves show； suddenly noticing himself up
on stage in the background； sweat dripping from his black T…shirt； his hair flying as he jumped into
the air； mike cord wrapped around one skinny arm。 He laughed at his own idiotic antics and
squeezed Vanessa？s fingers for reassurance。 Vanessa had been with him through every bizarre
moment over the last year？from back when he was just a nerdy guy scribbling in a shabby
notebook all the time； to a published poet in theNew Yorker ； to an almost rock star。
Almost。 Except for the whole puking…on…stage part。 And now； on the verge of a road trip out West
that would lead him God knew where； she was still here？and still holding his hand。
You love my lady lumps。 Check it out！
The screen flicked to an ad for Serena？s Tears。 Serena stood in Central Park in a skimpy yellow
dress； one lone tear glistening on her smooth； perfect cheek。 Next came a shot of Blair； starring in
her fourth…grade production ofAnnie ； an enormous grin on her face。 She？d refused to wear a wig
and had chosen brown pigtails instead； calling it artistic license。