and our pretty pink rose…scented bubble burst。 It all started with three inseparable； perfectly
innocent； ？ber…gorgeous fifteen…year…olds。 Well； they？re sixteen now； and let？s just say that two of
them arenot that innocent。
If anyone is going to tell this tale it has to be me； because I was at the scene of every crime。 So
sit back while I unravel the past and reveal everyone？s secrets； because I know everything； and
what I don？t know I？ll invent； elaborately。
Admit it： you？re already falling for me。
Love you too 。 。 。
gossip girl
the best stories begin with one boy and two girls
？Truce！？ Serena van der Woodsen screamed as Nate Archibald body…checked her into a
three…foot…high drift of powdery white snow。 Cold and wet； it tunneled into her ears and down her
pants。 Nate dove on top of her； all five…foot eleven inches of his perfect； golden…brown…haired；
glittering…green…eyed； fifteen…year…old boyness。 Nate smelled like Downy and the Kiehl？s
sandalwood soap the maid stocked his bathroom with。 Serena just lay there； trying to breathe with
him on top of her。 ？My scalp is cold；？ she pleaded； getting a mouthful of Nate？s snow…dampened；
godlike curls as she spoke。
Nate sighed reluctantly； as if he could have spent all day outside in the frigid February meat
locker that was the back garden of his family？s Eighty…second…Street…just…off…Park…Avenue
Manhattan town house。 He rolled onto his back and wriggled like Serena？s long…dead golden
retriever； Guppy； when she used to let him loose on the green grass of the Great Lawn in Central
Park。 Then he stood up； awkwardly dusting off the seat of his neatly pressed Brooks Brothers
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