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walk　you　to　your　bus　stop。”

In　the　six…minute　interval　between　the　bell　signaling　the　end　of　Latin

and　the　bell　signaling　the　beginning　of　Gym；　Nate　slipped　into　the

puter　lab　at　the　St。　Jude’s　School　for　Boys。　Every　Wednesday；

he　and　Blair　had　grown　accustomed　to　e…mailing　each　other　a　quick

love　note　（okay；　it　was　Blair’s　idea）；　to　help　them　get　over　the　hump

of　the　boring　school　week。　Only　two　more　days　until　the　weekend；

when　they　could　spend　as　much　time　together　as　they　wanted。

But　today　Nate　wasn’t　even　thinking　of　Blair。　He　wanted　to　see　how

Serena　was　doing。　Last　night　she　had　left　a　message　on　the

answering　machine　in　his　room　while　he　was　watching　a　Yankees

game　with　his　friends。　Her　voice　had　sounded　lonely　and　sad　and

very　far　away；　even　though　she　lived　only　a　block　and　a　half　away

from　him。　Nate　had　never　heard　Serena　sound　so　down。　And　since

when　did　Serena　van　der　Woodsen　go　to　bed　early？

Nate　sat　down　in　front　of　one　of　the　humming　PCs　in　the　lab。　He

clicked　on　the　New　Mail　window　and　typed　a　message　to　Serena’s

old　Constance　e…mail　address。　He　didn’t　know　if　she　would　check　it

or　not；　but　it　was　worth　a　try。

TO：　serenavdw@constancebillard。edu　FROM：

narchibald@stjudes。edu

Hey。　What　are　you　up　to？　I　got　your　message　last　night。　Sorry　I

wasn’t　there。　I　will　definitely　see　you　Friday；　okay？　Love；　Nate。

Then　he　opened　up　his　own　e…mail。　Surprise；　surprise；　there　was　a

note　from　Blair。　They　hadn’t　talked　since　her　mother’s　party　the

night　before　last。

TO：　narchibald@stjudes。edu　FROM：　blairw@constancebillard。edu

Dear　Nate。　I　miss　you。　Monday　night　was　supposed　to　be　re