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about　now。？

Nate　didn？t　respond。　Everything　Chuck　said　made　him　feel　a　little　uneasy；　like　the　world　was

moving　on　without　him。　He？d　only　been　in　the　Hamptons　for　a　week；　and　already　he　didn？t　know

what　the　fuck　was　happening。

？Word　is　she？s　having　alittle　trouble　with　the　whole　acting　thing；？　Chuck　observed。　？But　I？m

sure　she？ll　e　out　on　top。　She　always　does。？

？Acting；　right；？　Nate　repeated。　He？d　forgotten　about　Serena？s　movie。　It　seemed　totally　alien

from　his　life　as　a　day　laborer。　Nate　was　suddenly　overwhelmed　with　the　desire　for　a　smoke。　He

shoved　in　the　car？s　electric　lighter。　？You　don？t　mind；　do　you？？

Chuck　shrugged。　？No　matter　how　much　trouble　Serena　might　be　having；　it？s　nothing　pared

to　the　mess　Blair？s　got　herself　into。？　He　drove　fast；　veered　right　at　a　fork；　and　caused　the　tires　to

squeal。　The　houses　were　getting　grander　and　the　lawns　bigger　the　farther　they　drove。

？What　trouble？？　Nate　demanded；　igniting　the　half…smoked　joint　he？d　wisely　saved　for　just　such　a

moment。　？Blair　just　came　back　from　London　in　a　hurry。　With　some　。。。parcels　。？

？What　parcels？？　Nate　already　felt　extremely　stoned。　Was　it　him；　or　was　Chuck　such　a　huge

asshole　he　was　almost　not　human；　like　an　android　or　something。

？Well；　when　she　was　in　London；　Blair　bought　a　bunch　of　things　she　just　couldn？t　live　without。

Like　a　wedding　dress。　And　one　of　those　old…fashioned　English　baby　carriages。　Then　she　booked　a

ticket　back　to　New　York。？

？What　are　you　trying　to　say？？　Nate　demanded。　A　big　white　event　tent　set　up　on　a　lawn　caught　his

eye。　A　frou…frou　bride　and　mangy…haired　groom　holding　a　guitar　were　posing　for　pictures　by　an

old　oak　tree　not　far　from　it。　Wannabe　rock　star　types　were　always　getting　married　in　the

Hamptons。

？Blair？s　back　in　a　big　hurry；　packing　a　wedding　dress　and　a　baby　carriage。。。。　I　don？t　know。？

Chuck　sighed　impatiently。　？You　do　the　math。？

That　math　wasn？t　hard？even　for　a　stoner。

It　would　definitely　take　a　major　event　to　convince　Blair　Waldorf　to　cut　her　trip　short。　Had　she

e　home　to　plan　her　wedding？　Nate　wouldn？t　put　it　past　her；　but　he　just　couldn？t　imagine　Blair

putting　on　a　wedding　dress　and　marching　down　the　aisle　unless　he　was　there；　too；　in　a　tuxedo；

right　by　her　side。　Of　course　they　weren？t　even　together　anymore；　but　some…how　it　was　impossible

for　Nate　to　imagine　Blair？hisBlair？　marrying　anyone　but　him。

Nate　was　beyond　relieved　when　they　pulled　into　the　winding　gravel　driveway　of　the　Archibald

estate。　He　needed　to　be　alone　with　this　news　and　another；　much　larger　joint。

？Thanks　for　the　ride；　man；？　Nate　muttered　distractedly；　fumbling　with　his　roach　as　he　climbed

out　of　the　car。

？If　you　want　to　talk　some　more；　Nate；？　Chuck　called　through　the　passenger　window；　？I　can　e

in。　We　could　order　sushi。？

Ignoring　Chuck？s　pathetic；　lonely　offer；　Nate　retrieved　his　bike　from　the　trunk　and　trudged　up　the