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akis。 It was Saturday; but he still wore the same clothes he wore every weekday as a sophomore
at the St。 Jude?s School for Boys over on East End Avenue。 It was the unofficial Prince of the
Upper East Side uniform; the same uniform he and his classmates had been wearing since they?d
started nursery school together at Park Avenue Presbyterian。
Nate held out his hand to help Serena to her feet。 She frowned cautiously up at him; worried that
he was only faking her out and was about to tackle her again。 ?I really am cold。?
He flapped his hand at her impatiently。 ?I know。 e on。?
She snorted; pretended to pick her nose and wipe it on the seat of her snow…soaked dark denim
Earl jeans; then grabbed his hand with her faux…snotty one。 ?Thanks; pal。? She staggered to her
feet。 ?You?re a real chum。?
Nate led the way inside。 The backs of his pant legs were damp and she could see the outline of
his tighty…whiteys。 Really; how gay of him! He held the glass…paned French doors open and stood
aside to let her pass。 Serena kicked off her baby blue Uggs and scuffed her bare; Urban Decay
Piggy Bank pink?toenailed feet down the long hall to the stately town house?s enormous; barely
used all…white Italian Modern kitchen。 Nate?s father was a former sea captain…turned…banker; and
his mother was a French society hostess。 They were basically never home; and when theywere
home; they were at the opera。
?Are you hungry?? Nate asked; following her。 ?I?m so sick of takeout。 My parents have been in
Venezuela or Santa Domingo or wherever they go in February for like two weeks; and I?ve been
eating burritos; pizza; or sushi every freaking night。 I asked Regina to buy ham; S