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llo；　stupidness？

？That　dress　would　look　fantastic　on　you。　My　shoulders　are　way　too　narrow　for　it；？　Blair　lied。

Alison　pulled　the　tunic　dress　on　over　her　oxford　shirt　and　let　her　Constance　Billard　uniform　fall

to　the　floor。　The　dress　hung　from　her　stick…figure　body　like　a　soggy　potato　sack。　With　her　mousy

brown　hair　in　a　limp　middle　part；　she　looked　like　the　girl　who　gets　possessed　by　a　demon　in　that

sick　horror　filmThe　Exorcist　。　？Do　you　think　it？s　too　big？？　she　asked　Blair。

Even　Blair　didn？t　have　the　heart　to　pretend　that　Alison　actually　looked　good。　？Maybe；？　she

replied；　too　preoccupied　with　the　pile　of　brightly　colored；　slinky　silk　jersey　Diane　von　Furstenberg

cami…dresses　to　care　anymore。

？Hey；　I　was　about　to　try　that　one　on！？　Isabel　Coates　whipped　a　frothy　white　Stella　McCartney

frock　out　of　Rain　Hoffstetter？s　hands　and　held　it　up　to　her　ladder…tall；　waistless　frame。　She　was

growing　out　her　bangs　and　her　sleek；　dark　hair　was　bobby…pinned　down　to　her　forehead　in　seven

different　places　in　a　sort　of　intentional　disarray　that　looked　semi…cool　and　semiretarded。

？Hello？　That？s　a　size　two。　Noway　are　you　a　size　two；？　Rain　countered；　gripping　the　hem　of　the

dress　and　threatening　to　rip　it　out　of　Isabel？s　hands。　？I？m　shorter　than　you；？　she　insisted

determinedly；　even　though；　like　Isabel；　Rain　was　a　lot　closer　to　a　size　six　than　a　size　two。

？I　don？t　know　why　you　guys　are