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？Maybe　weshould　ask　Stefan　for　some　iced　coffee；？　Serena　suggested；　ignoring　her。

？Yes；　sound　very　good。？　Ibiza　nodded　then　strode　slowly　and　deliberately　to　the　umbrella…shaded

table。　She　pulled　out　one　of　the　heavy　wooden　chairs　and　curled　up　on　it　oh…so…casually。　？I　call

him。　Stefan！　Stefan！？

Serena　held　her　breath；　listening　for　the　sound　of　approaching　footsteps。

？Now；？　hissed　Blair　quietly。

On　cue；　they　jumped　off　of　their　lounges　and　took　off　running；　giggling　hysterically；　over　the

plush　velvety　lawn　and　into　the　thicket　of　leafy　trees　on　the　perimeter　of　the　large；　sunny　yard。

？Look；　look！？　Serena　ducked　behind　the　leafy　boughs　of　a　baby　oak；　pointing　at　the　scene　they？d

just　fled：　Stefan　had　appeared；　as　beckoned；　clad　in　his　usual　ensemble　of　tight　white　tee　and　cargo

shorts。　He　was　also　sporting　a　cute　little　grosgrain　ribbon　headband　to　keep　his　thick　hair　out　of

his　brown　eyes；　which　were　wide　with　shock。　Ibiza　sat　before　him　in　all　her　bizarre

pale…and…tanned　polka…dottedness。　She　stuck　out　her　chest；　trying　to　look　sexy；　but　her　oddly

shaped　boobs　just　pointed　in　different　directions。　Svetlana　had　chosen　just　that　minute　to　finally

emerge　from　the　pool；　dripping　wet。　She　picked　up　her　iPod；　stuck　in　her　headphones；　and　began

to　dance；　flapping　her　pale；　spindly　arms。　She　looked　like　an　albino　flamingo。　？Ratfucker！？　she

sang　loudly；　totally　misund