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"I’e, right?" Da at us

"But we haven’t seen each other since then," Lauren says, and I’ if Daratifies ht?"

"Sort of," I say blankly

Da at ain "The DJ situation is-"

"I called Junior Vasquez today," Daht"

"Another party?" I gasp "Oh man, that is so low"

Lauren rolls her eyes, continues studying her nails

Da, "Don’t you have a et outta here," I say,back toward the door

"Yeah, and I have a how-to-relax-in-cyberspace seminar in ten minutes," Damien says "Ricki Lake told me about it"

JD buzzes on the intercom "Sorry, Damien-Alison on line three"

"In a minute, JD," Damien says

"It’s hard to tell her that," JD says before getting cut off

"Victor," Daives Daets up too quickly frohtly on the lips and he touches the side of her face, each of the the other, and I can’t look away until Da until we’re outside the club I picked upit across Union Square, Lauren listlesslynext tobehind us Klieg lights are being rolled across patches of lawn and a fil aimlessly all around the park Guillaume Griffin and Jean Paul Gaultier and Patrick Robinson stroll past us Hordes of Japanese schoolchildren Rollerblade toward the new Gap on Park Avenue and beautiful girls drift by wearing suede hats and ribbed cardigans and Irish jockey caps and there’s confetti strewn all over the benches and I’ the concrete, walking across large patches of ice so thick that the wheels on the Vespa can’t even crack them and the bike still smells of the patchouli oil I rubbed into it last week, an impulsive uys who pass Lauren by and a couple even seenize her and squirrels skate over the patches of ice in the diht and it’s almost dark out but not yet

"What’s the story?" I finally ask

"Where are you going?" Lauren hugs her wrap coat tighter around herself