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She　was　looking　at　a　book　calledCelebrity　Breasts　。　I？m　serious。　Like；　totally　choosing　which

ones　she　was　going　to　get。

？tattletail

A：？　？　Dear　tattle；

That？s　all　very　interesting；　but　pray　tail？I　mean　tell？why　wereyou　there？

？GG

As　if　you　weren？t　already　excited　enough　。　。　。

Now　that　the　early　admissions　thing　is　over；　we　can　focus　on　something　truly　important：　Fashion

Week。　It　starts　this　Friday；　and　all　my　favorite　people　will　be　there；　including　me。　See　you　in　the

front　row！

You　know　you　love　me。

gossip　girl

scrawny　westside　poet　has　first　taste　of　fame

On　his　way　to　Riverside　Prep　Tuesday　morning；　Dan　stopped　at　the　newsstand　on　Seventy…ninth

and　Broadway　to　buy　the　Valentine？s　Day　issue　ofThe　New　Yorker　and　a　large　black　coffee　that

tasted　like　it　had　been　made　three　years　ago？just　the　way　he　liked　it。　The　cover　ofThe　New　Yorker

was　an　illustration　of　Noah？s　Ark　docked　at　a　pier　in　New　York　Harbor；　with　the　Statue　of　Liberty

looming　in　the　background。　The　wordsThe　Love　Boat　were　painted　on　the　side　of　the　ark；　and　all

of　the　animals　lined　up　to　board　were　holding　hands　and　kissing　and　groping　each　other。　It　was

pretty　funny。　Dan　stood　on　the　corner　and　lit　an　unfiltered　Camel　with　trembling　fingers　as　he

turned　back　the　cover　and　searched　the　table　of　contents　for　his　poem。　There　it　was　under　Poems：

Daniel　Humphrey；　page　forty…two；　？Sluts。？　He　flipped　to　it；　forgetting　all　about　the　burning

cigarette　propped　between　his　lips。　Page　forty…two　happened　to　be　the　ninth　page　of　a

fourteen…page　story　by　Gabriel　Garcia　Rhodes　called　？Amor　con　los　Gatos？？？Love　with

Cats？？and　right　there；　in　the　middle　of　the　story；　was　Dan？s　poem。

Wipe　the　sleep　from　my　eyes　and　pour　me　another　cup。

I　see　what　you？ve　been　trying　to　tell　me　all　along；

Shaving　your　head　and　handling　me　（so　delicately）

With　satin　and　lace：

You？re　a　whore。

It　was　freezing　outside；　but　nervous　sweat　beaded　on　Dan？s　eyelids；　and　his　tongue　was　as　dry　as

firewood。　Dan　spat　the　burning　cigarette　out　onto　the　sidewalk　and　closed　the　magazine；　tucking　it

into　his　black　messenger　bag。　If　he？d　turned　to　the　Contributors　page；　he　would　have　seen　the

entry：Daniel　Humphrey　（Poem；　p。　42）　is　a　high…school　senior　in　New　York　City。　This　is　his　first

published　work。　But　Dan　couldn？t　handle　looking　at　the　magazine　for　a　moment　longer；　not　when

thousands　of　people　were　right　now　browsing　through　it　and　stopping　to　read　his　brutal；　angry

poem；　which　he　honestly　wasn？t　sure　was　any　good。　Dan　walked　down　Broadway　toward　school；

his　hands　shaking　crazily。　If　only　he　could　have　pulled　off　som