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your dogs and your son sometime。 Until then； good luck； and good luck with your book。
All the best；
Daniel Humphrey
P。 S。 I？ve enclosed a poem you might want to include in your book。
He turned to another fresh page。
view from the roof
The view is better from up here。
See her factories； her rivers。
If her hills weren？t in the way
I could see into the windows of the apartment across the street。
See a woman pouring milk as she sets the table for dinner。
Oh there。 There？s the table。 There。
I can see everything from here。
There。 Yes。 Right there。
Dan wasn？t sure if he really had the guts to send such a sexually explicit poem to a professor
he？d never even met； but it would be cool if Professor Papadametriou actually used the poem in
his book。
Ms。 Solomon sat down at her desk and rested her pointy； unpleasant chin in her hands； looking
pletely defeated because she？d worn her sexiest dress just for Dan and he？d barely looked at
her for the last forty minutes。
？I？d like you to open your notebooks and take the last ten minutes of class to write whatever you
feel like writing；？ she instructed with unusual generosity。 Normally she droned on about
Wordsworth or some other dead poet until five minutes after the bell had rung； driving the boys
apeshit。 Dan took the opportunity to get started on a new graduation speech。
Ladies and gentlemen； we are gathered here today to celebrate the end of the first chapter in our
lives and the beginning of the second。 We already know what es next。 Four years of college；
and then another graduation。 But whoop…dee…doo！ Now is the time to be inlove。 ？
Whoop…dee…doo？ Triple； super…duper uh…oh。
who？s that boy？
Senior homeroom was last period on Tuesday in the Constance Billard senior lounge； a
windowless room above the library that had been a storage area until it was given to the seniors as
a place to relax and escape from all the underclassmen。 No teacher was present； which meant that
none of the girls were paying any attention to Mimi Halperin； the perky but lame president of the
senior class； as she made announcements about senior privileges during exam week。
？No uniforms all week； girls。 And we only have to e to school for our exams。 Awesome；
huh？？ Mimi clapped her chubby hands together and pushed her thick black hair behind her
weirdly small ears。 The other girls yawned and looked at their watches； eager to leave so they
could continue their quest for the perfect graduation dress or work on their tans。 Mimi had been
the class clown and everyone？s buddy way back in third grade； but now that they were all grown
up； no one thought she was funny。 Still； they？d voted for her for president at the end of junior year
because she was the only one who seemed to want to do it。 Because it went on your transcript for
college； class president was a coveted position； up until senior year。 The class president had to
attend weekly student council meetings at 7：30A。M 。 and help out at all the school functions； like
the book fair and the scholarship fund drive。 It was a lot of work； and now that it was the end of
senior year and everyone was already into college； no one cared。
？Moving on； I？m pleased to announce？drumroll； please？our senior class graduation speaker is ？
Blair Waldorf！ Yay； Blair！！？ Mimi jumped up and down on her stubby legs and clapped her hands
over her head like this was the best thing that had ever happened。
Take that； you bitch！Blair gloated silently at the back of Serena？s pale blond head。That？s what
you get for trying to sabotage me。
The lounge hummed with gossip as everyone discussed the results。 No one had really wanted
Blair to be speaker； because her whole speech was going to be about herself； but they questioned
Serena？s ability to write a coherent speech。
？She？s so dumb from all the drugs she did up at boarding school； she？d probably have to bribe
Blair to write the speech for her anyway；？ Laura Salmon whispered to Rain Hoffstetter。
？I heard Serena dropped out；？ Rain whispered back。 ？Nate gave her some gross STD and she？s
going to miss graduation anyway because she has to go to some clinic in Belgium to try and get
cured。？
？Is that true？？ Blair wondered out loud。 Not about the STD part； but about the
dropping…out…of…the…running…for…senior…speaker part。 She was reluctant to prolong homeroom；
because there were only five more minutes left for her to get changed； powdered； glossed； and
perfumed before she was scheduled to meet up with a very hot English lord who？d promised to
spend the afternoon dress shopping with her。 Last night over Ketel One martinis； Lord Marcus had
confessed that his squash game had been a total disaster because he？d been thinking about her the
whole time。 And Blair had confessed to Googling him the minute she？d unpacked her laptop。 His
family； the Beaton…Rhodeses； owned the largest textile mill in England and lived in a very huge
and historical old mansion outside of London。 They also owned a villa near Milan and a beach
pound in Barbados。 Marcus？s parents were special friends of the royal family； and Marcus
himself had even attended Princess Diana？s funeral。 He was listed byHello！ magazine as one of
the most eligible young bachelors in England； and Blair was determined to win his heart before
any of those greedy English bitches got to him。 But first she needed to know if she？d beaten
Serena by getting elected senior speaker or if she？d only won because she was the only girl left in
the running。 She glared at Serena and repeated； ？Is that true？？
Serena squirmed in her seat； pulling her school uniform down over her bare knees and pulling up
her pale yellow ankle socks so they looked nerdy and ridiculous。 She？d wanted her act of
martyrdom to go unnoticed by the rest of the senior class。 Now everyone knew about it。 ？Is there a
problem？？ she responded； sounding a lot bitchier than she？d intended。
？But Blair； youwant to be our speaker； right？？ Vanessa Abrams asked from her seat right next to
Blair？s。 Vanessa was wearing a black tank top and no bra and should have been sent home for
being inappropriate and out of uniform。 Normally this sort of go…class…go type of homeroom drove
her nuts； but she？d been feeling so nostalgic about graduating lately； she was actually sort of into
it。
？Yes；？ Blair admitted。 ？I do。？
Vanessa rolled her eyes and gave her friend？s arm a gentle little shove。 ？Then what do you care？？
Blair shrugged。 ？Can we go now？？ she asked Mimi； eager to get out of her uniform and into the
tight white Juicy Couture clamdiggers and green Marni halter top she？d brought to wear shopping
with Lord Marcus。
Serena shot Vanessa a grateful glance。 She really hadn？t meant to make a fuss。 And maybe； when
she thought about it later？like； years later； when they both had blue old…lady hair and had retired to
Mustique or some other hot and sunny place； Blair might hate her a little less。
After homeroom； the senior girls congregated outside Constance Billard？s great blue doors； still
buzzing about the senior speaker situation。 They couldn？t help but notice the gorgeous； tall；
golden…haired boy who was standing on the sidewalk only a few feet away； wearing perfectly
ironed jeans and the cutest salmon…pink…and…white checked Thomas Pink button…down shirt。 Blair
brushed by them wearing a pletely different outfit from what she？d worn to school that day；
sprinted down the steps； and； to their plete amazement； kissed the boy on the cheek without
even stopping for air。
？Nice to see you too；？ Lord Marcus chuckled； holding her arms and looking her up and down
appreciatively。
Blair blushed hot pink down to her jade green Kate Spade flats。 God； he was dreamy？even better
than the boy she？d dreamed up to star opposite her in the movie in her mind； because he wasreal；
androyal； and more perfect than Nate could ever attempt to be。
Last night at the Yale Club bar； when she？d begun to slur her words from drinking too much
Ketel One； he？d held her hand all the way back to their rooms； kissing it gently before he said
good night。 Blair had swooned so hard she almost puked。 How could something so insanely sexy
e so effortlessly to him？ It had been all she could do to keep herself from sledgehammering
the wall between them with her black salon…size Vidal Sassoon hair dryer and jumping his
adorable bones。
The group of senior girls clustered in front of the school in their matching light blue seersucker
uniforms； looking a little like the pigeons roosting in the eaves of the school roof as they stared
incredulously at Blair and her hot British lord。
？What； did she； like； create him in a lab or something？？ Laura Salmon demanded with a mixture
of jealousy and awe。
She pulled her white eyelet blouse down tight across her chest in a lame attempt to show off her
new red DKNY demicup bra。
？He？s pletely perfect；？ Isabel Coates breathed； yanking out some of the bobby pins holding
down her grown…out brown bangs。 ？But I bet he； like； washes dishes at the Yale Club or
something。？
？Actually； I think he？s her cousin？you know how