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Then why waste my time asking?

I’m almost one hundred percent sure you know the answer to that question.

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Everything alright, V? 

Victoria was muttering to herself, angrily, snarling. “Son of a bitch made me sell my fucking shoes. Gonna murder him in his sleep. Fucking Prince of fucking…” She looked up, when she heard someone enter her room and plastered on a fake smile. “Hey! What up?” 

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Well, I've got my two front teeth. What more could a girl want? 

Out of all the things out there, that’s what you’re asking for? 

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What's got your La Perla's in a knot? 

I should be so… Lucky — that you at least remembered something about me. 

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I guess I could sort of understand that, but I don't know. It's New York   There's always tourists. 

People want to get away from the tourists, I assume. Even though traveling kind of makes them one themselves. 

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That's understandable. I'm more of a summer girl, but I don't mind the cold as long as it's taken in small doses.

Nothing suits Christmas better than New York, either. I took a short trip at the start of the month and only just returned, sometimes the cold gets to be too much, you know? 

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Blair Waldorf with nothing to say? This is monumental. 

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You're all I want for Christmas, Natie.

That’s what I thought too. What do you want for Christmas, Serena?

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That's true too. To each their own, I guess. 

Maybe some people don’t enjoy snow enough to stick around.

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Nothing suits New York better than Christmas, I don't know why anyone would choose this month to vacation.

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Stop. I was just trying to do the right thing, but whatever. 

She’s got nothing to worry about. I don’t need you to tell me that. You’re right, I wouldn’t. She likes more than just my dick anyways, so its a pretty good deal.

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Trust me, I know. I'm sorry Carter   I know how Gossip Girl can affect relationships. But let Charlotte know she has nothing to worry about, okay? I mean I know you wouldn't let that happen again   I just   I don't know.

Well, uh… Everyone gets on her bad side sometimes. Sometimes not so bad…

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Here I was thinking she was on my side for once...

You like this face? I like this face. This is my ‘Hahaha, fuck you, Gossip Girl’ face.

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I've had enough of scolding people for the day, so no. Where'd you disappear to? 

Well what? You must be dying to say something.

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Well. 

That would have been far more believable if you actually smiled. 

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Make up your mind. Time wont suddenly give you the proper behaviour of a Manhattanite, especially with yours here being so temporary. And you're hopelessly naive if you think so. It's proven that you are far from royalty, Charlie, don't be flattered by managing to get gossip girl's attention. She talks about the girl who wipes frozen yogurt from Blair's shoes who resides across the bridge. It isn't a big deal whatsoever. 

I never said it was an accident. I didn’t plan it, but it wasn’t exactly an accident. And well all I can do is apologize. I’m new to all this, remember, as you keep subtly reminding me; just give me a chance to adapt. I haven’t always been royalty with the spotlight on me constantly…

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It doesn't matter if it was on purpose or not, Charlie, you still did and you're too old to just giggle it off and say it was an accident. 

Well, Serena, I can assure you, I didn’t plan this, trust me on that. I’m a bit offended that you actually think me, your cousin, would try and purposefully tarnish our family. Your mother has been nothing but kind to me, and I would never purposefully disrespect that, okay?

Maybe you should give me a chance, and get to know me. That way neither of us will have wrongful misconceptions about the other…