nd； if he didn？t rub Babs with ointment she？d
tell Coach Michaels he？d been smoking pot on the job。 The coach probably wouldn？t give Nate
his diploma at the end of the summer； which would mean no more Yale； and basically his whole
entire life would be fucked up。
His choices were slightly limited。
？Where？s the ointment？？ he asked Babs； closing his eyes as he dabbed it on。 He searched his
stoned brain for something nonsexual to talk about。 ？Um； after this I gotta get that mower out of
the sun； otherwise she might blow。 I don？t want to start any fires。？
Too late； honey。Too late。
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Disclaimer： All the real names of places； people； and events have been altered or abbreviated to
protect the innocent。 Namely； me。
hey people！
Isn？t fate funny？ You think you？ve got some control over things； you think you？re in charge of
life； but really； e on？we？re all just at the mercy of the universe。 I mean； we all read our
horoscopes； don？t we？ And we all know there are some people who are just 。 。 。 connected。 It
doesn？t always make sense； but it？s not worth fighting。 So I？m happy to report an early…bird
sighting：B slipping out of the van der Woodsens？ master bedroom to grab a fresh bottle of water；
wearingN ？s olive green polo （and nothing else）。 It？s just fate； people。 Get used to it。
The postparty e…mails are starting to trickle in； and it seems the big blowout was every bit as
eventful as a Costume Institute gala。 Minus the gowns？or any clothes whatsoever。 But the thing
everyone？s talking about is the birthday girl and the boy who m