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As she woke, bits and pieces of conversation rattled through Serena's mind, images of herself as some uptight bitch and of hearing about Chuck's feelings, the last remnants of a fast-fading dream. Though she'd gone to sleep early enough the night before, the nightmare had canceled out any rest she ought to have gotten, and there was instead a dull ( Read more... ) -
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From the moment Serena had woken up, everything had been all wrong. Well, aside from the usual assortment of cruel and unusual punishments that made up life on this island. For a given value of the word 'life,' anyway. Even getting dressed had been an ordeal, her closet stuffed full of the idiotic, the skimpy and the déclassé. Making a mental note ( Read more... ) -
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Honestly, Serena wasn't even sure what she was supposed to say. She'd promised Nate she would talk to Jenny, and she knew she couldn't put it off long or she would wind up not keeping her word, but the plain fact of it was, she had yet to figure out just what to tell the younger girl. At the party, she'd told Nate that, with Dan gone, she felt like ( Read more... ) -
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It was the different part that Serena kept getting caught on. She'd done a lot and seen a lot, wasn't convinced she had many firsts left to her name, but for all the men she'd been with, she'd never actually celebrated Valentine's before. In school, it had been a steady stream of ornate cards, overblown bouquets of hothouse orchids, jewelry that, ( Read more... ) -
[February 15th, the Catscratch Club]
Spotted: Nate Archibald, birthday boy extraordinaire. When in doubt, it's been said, turn to the local strip club. It may not exactly be tea and cupcakes or dinner at Socialista, but with the alcohol flowing and friends around, who cares? I'm sorry, was that sappy? Call me nostalgic, but put these Upper East Siders in a club and I just know all my ( Read more... ) -
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Serena had resisted taking classes at first, when the whole ordeal had seemed like a vacation, temporary. After almost ten months and having moved into a house, life on the island was, if not permanent, then clearly still a long-term situation. It was, she reasoned, a way to fill her time (and besides, a part of her said, if she ever found herself ( Read more... ) -
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Shortly after moving into their new house, Blair and Serena received wardrobes of couture in their rooms.
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Presumably, our pups have lives that happen when we aren't playing them, as none of us can play 24/7. Some of the things that happen are tedious and everyday, and not worth thinking much on: It's fair to assume they eat, bathe, go to "work" or school as it applies, etc. But there might be things that happen between pups that, while not necessarily ( Read more... )