天锡小说网

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my　special　friend；　Cyrus　Rose；”　she　said。　“Cyrus；　this　is　Serena。”

“Stunning；”　Cyrus　Rose　boomed。　He　kissed　Serena　on　both　cheeks；

and　hugged　her　a　little　too　tightly。　“She’s　a　good　hugger；　too；”

Cyrus　added；　patting　Serena　on　the　hip。

Serena　giggled；　but　she　didn’t　flinch。　She’d　spent　a　lot　of　time　in

Europe　in　the　past　two　years；　and　she　was　used　to　being　hugged　by

harmless；　horny　European　gropers　who　found　her　pletely

irresistible。　She　was　a　full…on　groper　magnet。

“Serena　and　Blair　are　best；　best；　best　friends；”　Eleanor　Waldorf

explained　to　Cyrus。　“But　Serena　went　away　to　Hanover　Academy　in

eleventh　grade　and　spent　this　summer　traveling。　It　was　so　hard　for

poor　Blair　with　you　gone　this　past　year；　Serena；”　Eleanor　said；

growing　misty…eyed。　“Especially　with　the　divorce。　But　you’re　back

now。　Blair　will　be　so　pleased。”

“Where　is　she？”　Serena　asked　eagerly；　her　perfect；　pale　skin

glowing　pink　with　the　prospect　of　seeing　her　old　friend　again。　She

stood　on　tip…toe　and　craned　her　head　to　look　for　Blair；　but　she　soon

found　herself　surrounded　by　parents—the　Archibalds；　the　Coateses；

the　Basses；　and　Mr。　Farkas—who　each　took　turns　kissing　her　and

weling　her　back。

Serena　hugged　them　happily。　These　people　were　home　to　her；　and

she’d　been　gone　a　long　time。　She　could　hardly　wait　for　life　to　return

to　the　way　it　used　to　be。　She　and　Blair　would　walk　to　school

together；　spend　Double　Photography　in　Sheep　Meadow　in　Central

Park；　lying　on　their　backs；　taking　pictures　of　pigeons　and　clouds；

smoking　and　drinking　Coke　and　feeling　like　hard…core　artistes。　They

would　have　cocktails　at　the　Star　Lounge　in　the　Tribeca　Star　Hotel

again；　which　always　turned　into　sleepover　parties　because　they

would　get　too　drunk　to　get　home；　so　they’d　spend　the　night　in　the

suite　Chuck　Bass’s　family　kept　there。　They　would　sit　on　Blair’s　four…

poster　bed　and　watch　Audrey　Hepburn　movies；　wearing　vintage

lingerie　and　drinking　gin　and　lime　juice。　They　would　cheat　on　their

Latin　tests　like　they　always　did—amo；　amas；　amat　was　still　tattooed

on　the　inside　of　Serena’s　elbow　in　permanent　marker　（thank　God　for

three…quarter　length　sleeves！）。　They’d　drive　around　Serena’s

parents’　estate　in　Ridgefield；　Connecticut；　in　the　caretaker’s　old

Buick　station　wagon；　singing　the　stupid　hymns　they　sang　in　school

and　acting　like　crazy　old　ladies。　They’d　pee　in　the　downstairs