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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！
Early rejection
So I heard the Ivies have e up with a conspiracy to maintain their intrigue and exclusivity：
This year they？re not acceptinganyone early。 Maybe it？s only a false rumor。 But if you don？t get
in early； try to think of it this way： Maybe you weretoo perfect。 They just couldn？t handle it。 And
just think how much fun we？ll have if we all wind up at the same munity college！
To surgically enhance or not； that is the question
The idea of surgically altering one？s body in any way has always freaked me out； not because I
don？t think Dolly Parton looks great。 She doesn？t look a day over forty and she must be two
hundred by now。 But I？d be worried the doctors would make a mistake and deflate one breast
entirely or leave out a nostril or something。 Of course I？m as girly a girl as girls e； and I know
how important it is to feel good about my appearance。 I try to think of it this way though： You
know when you see a gorgeous boy on the street and you say to your friend； ？Look athim ！？ and
then your friend makes a face like；ugly ？ We all have suchtotally varied tastes that someone is
going to look at you and think；yum…yum dee…lish； no matter whatyou think you look like。 You just
have to learn to see what they see。
Your e…mail
Q：？ ？ Dear G…Girl；
I heard you got in early to Bryn Mawr and you？re psyched because you like going to school with
girls and you？re this huge volleyball…playing lesbo。 Tee hee。
？dorf
A：？ ？ Hello dorf；
What kind of a name is dorf； anyway？ I refuse to stoop to your level of humor or tell you where I
applied to college； but my mother and sister both happened to go to Bryn Mawr； and guess what？
They？re bothhot 。
？GG
Gotta dash home and check the mail for an important…looking business…sized envelope that may
or may not determine my entire near future。 Wish me luck！
You know you love me。
gossip girl
romancing the stoner
？We can ask the butler to take his clothes off and play the piano for us；？ Georgie told Nate。 ？He
does whatever I tell him to。？
When group therapy had been over and it was time for the outpatients to go home； the storm had
already been so bad； Nate couldn？t get a car to take him to the station； so Georgie had offered to
give him a ride。 Then when they？d gotten to the station the trains had stopped running； so the
ever…acmodating Georgie had taken Nate home to her house in her bodyguard…driven black
Range Rover。 Now they were sitting on the floor of her enormous； luxurious bedroom； getting
stoned as they watched the snow pile up on the skylight overhead。
The Upper East Side town house Nate had grown up in was four stories high and had its own
elevator and a twenty…four…hour cook。 But Georgie？s Greenwich； Connecticut； mansion had
something his family？s town house didn？t？vast amounts of space inside； and acres of land around
the house。 It was like a city unto itself； and Georgie had her own private borough where she could
do absolutely whatever she pleased while her ancient English nanny was in bed watching BBC
America and the other servants were doing their jobs in the other boroughs。 Georgie？s bathroom
even had a Roman daybed in it for lounging on while she waited for her twelve…foot…wide marble
Jacuzzi to fill up。
？Or we could have crazy loud sex on the stairs；？ Georgie added。 ？That would really drive the
staff nuts。？
Nate leaned his head back against the footboard of Georgie？s four…poster king…sized bed and put
the joint they were sharing to his lips。 ？Let？s just watch the snow fall for a while。？
Georgie rolled over on her back； resting her head on the leg of Nate？s navy blue Culture of
Humanity ripstop trousers。 ？God； you？re mellow。 I？m not used to hanging out with someone so
mellow。？
？What are your friends like？？ Nate asked； sucking hard on the joint。 Pot seemed to taste and feel
better now that he？d gone without it for a while。
？I don？t have any friends anymore；？ Georgie answered。 ？They all kind of gave up on me because
I？m so nuts。？
Nate put his hand on her head and began stroking her hair。 She had incredibly soft； luxurious
hair。 ？I hang out a lot with these three guys in my class at school；？ he said； referring to Jeremy；
Anthony； and Charlie。 ？But I went for a few days without getting high and I didn？t really want to
hang out with them； you know？？
？That？s what Jackie calls a ？negative friendship。？ A ？positive friendship？ is when you do fun；
constructive things with your friends like baking cookies； making collages； and climbing
mountains。？
？I？m your friend；？ Nate offered quietly。
Georgie rubbed the back of her head against his leg。 ？I know。？ She laughed； her not…too…small
chest jiggling up and down inside her tight white T…shirt。 ？Want to bake some cookies？？
Nate bed a lock of her hair up into the air with his fingers and then let it fall； strand by strand；
back into his lap。 Blair had long hair； too； but it wasn？t as straight or as silky as Georgie？s。 It was
funny how girls could all be so different。 ？Can I kiss you？？ he asked； not really having intended to
sound so formal。
？Okay；？ Georgie whispered。
Nate bent over and brushed his lips against the bridge of her nose； her chin； and finally her lips。
She kissed him back hungrily and then pulled away and sat up on her elbows。 ？This is what Jackie
calls ？feeding your craving。？ You？re doing something that feels good temporarily instead
of ？healing the wounds。？
Nate shrugged。 ？Why is it temporary？？ He pointed up at the skylight； which was pletely
smothered in snow。 ？I？m not going anywhere。？
Georgie scooched her feet up under her and stood up。 She disappeared into the bathroom and
Nate could hear a cabinet door open and the sounds of pill bottles rattling and water running。 Then
she came out； brushing her teeth； her light brown eyes all lit up like she？d just had an epiphany； or
at the very least a good idea。 ？There？s an old carriage up in the attic。 We can go up and sit in it；？
she announced with her mouth full of toothpaste。 She went back into the bathroom to spit and then
came out again； holding a pale hand out to Nate。 ？Are you ing？？
Nate stood up and took her hand。 His body was humming from the pot and the intense
smoothness of Georgie？s skin。 All he really wanted to do was to kiss her some more。 ？Can I ？feed
my craving？ when we get up there？？ he asked； feeling very stoned indeed。
Georgie cocked a thin dark eyebrow at him and licked her dark red lips。 ？I might even let
you ？heal my wounds。？？
Nate grinned his lopsided stoner grin。 Who？d known rehab psychobabble could be such a
turn…on！
our bodies； ourselves
？My hand is getting tired；？ Jenny plained to Elise after she？d painted Elise？s head and
neck。 ？I？ll do the rest tomorrow。？
？Let？s see；？ Elise said； sitting up。 Her chest was so small Jenny couldn？t help but stare at it。 Her
breasts were like the little new potatoes her dad had grown when they？d rented a house in
Pennsylvania one summer。 Small； hard； and beigey pink。 ？It looks good；？ Elise said； squinting at
the canvas。 ？But how e you made my face green？？
Jenny hated when people asked her questions about her art。 She didn？t know why she did what
she did； she just did it。 And her dad always said； ？The artist doesn？t have to answer to anyone but
himself。？ Orher self； in her case。 ？Because I was in a green mood；？ she answered； annoyed。
？Well； green is my favorite color；？ Elise responded happily。 She pulled on her turtleneck and
underwear but left her jeans and bra on the floor。 ？Oh my God。 I have that book； too！？ she
squealed； pointing at a thick； heavy paperback on the bookshelf behind the TV。 She walked over to
the shelf and pulled the book out。 ？But yours is so new。 Don？t you ever read it？？
Jenny bit off the top of an Oreo and read the title on the spine of book。The New This Is My Body