n Williamsburg； asking someone to wipe down the table before she sat down。 MaybeB
really did rub off on her。D cruising up and down West End Avenue for hours？ where？s he
supposed topark that big blue Buick pimpmobile he scored as a graduation present； anyway？
That？s all for now。 I？m out of here。 After all； you don？t have to be an MIT…bound math geek to
realize there are only eleven weeks of summer？a mere seventy…seven days？before we have to
grapple with things like coed dorms and declaring a major in fashion design and maybe a torrid
extracurricular affair with that probably…pretty…cute…under…his…tweed…blazer…and…bow…tie English
lit professor。 But let？s not get ahead of ourselves： it？s hot outside； and things are already getting
steamy。 Life is full of mystery？not to mention cute girls in polka…dot bikinis and hot guys in
pastel…colored surf shorts。 The summer； with its lack of rules and schedules； provides the perfect
setting for some severe misbehavior。 Right now； I？m taking my new oversized pale pink Gucci
sunglasses； a copy of FrenchElle ； some Guerlain SPF 45 sunblock； and a cozy
turquoise…and…tangerine…striped Missoni towel and hitting the park。 Which part of the park？
Wouldn？t you like to know？
You know you love me。
gossip girl
the family that plays together stays together
？Bravo！？ cried Lord Marcus。 ？Darling； you？re simply a natural at this！？
Camilla chuckled； tucking her long blond mane behind her ears as her red croquet ball rolled
through the wicket and came to rest on a patch of perfectly manicured emerald green lawn in the
back garden of the Beaton…Rhodes manor。 It was the third match they？d played that day； and
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