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telynot　in　the　script。

A　chubby　older　woman　in　a　tennis　skirt　held　her　camera　out　to　Serena；　gesturing　that　she　wanted

Serena　to　take　her　photograph。　Serena　shrugged；　dropped　the　paper　bag　onto　the　street；　and　took

the　camera。　She　focused　and　took　a　picture　of　the　woman；　smiling　and　pointing　to　the　Tiffany

logo。

？Thanks！　And　now　may　I　take　a　picture　of　you？　You　work　for　the　store；　right？？　Serena　was

flabbergasted。　Of　course　she　must　look　like　some　moronic　walking　window　display；　hired　by

Tiffany　in　hopes　that　the　nod　to　the　old　film　would　sell　more　jewelry。　She　kept　a　smile　plastered　to

her　face　while　the　woman　snapped　away；　then　picked　up　her　paper　bag　and　walked　back　to　the

curb。　A　bus　roared　past；　sending　a　blast　of　hot　exhaust　up　her　dress。

Aaah；　summer　in　the　city。

Serena　looked　up　at　the　store；　her　whole　body　trembling　with　frustration。　It　was　nearly　a　hundred

degrees；　she　was　sweating　and　overdressed；　people　were　staring；　and　she　just　wanted　to　go

home？to　her　parents？　penthouse；　not　her　cat…piss…scented　dump？and　change　into　linen　boxers；　a

wifebeater；　and　some　fy　flip…flops；　and　spend　the　afternoon　drinking　Coronas　and　watching

aLaguna　Beach　marathon。　She？d　always　managed　to　excel　at　everything；　from　school　to

horseback　riding　to　boys；　all　without　even　trying。　She？d　been　sure　acting　would　e　as　easily　to

her　as　everything　else　she？d　tried　in　her　life；　but　so　far　Ken　Mogul　was　clearly　unhappy　with　her

performance。

She　wondered　if　even　Blair　Waldorf；　the　world？s　most　die…hardBreakfast　at　Tiffany？s　fan；　would

have　been　able　to　put　up　with　Ken　Mogul？s　maniacal　tirades。

She　started　her　approach　toward　Tiffany？s　once　more。