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  hey people!

  You know how everyone always bemoans the day in late October when suddenly Balthazar stops setting up al fresco tables, when the garden at Vespa on Second is locked, and when the rooftop bar at the Maritime only opens for parties? It’s time to stop whining and realize that the cold just means the party has moved to private rooftops—as exemplified by a gathering occurring at a certain penthouse on Seventy-second and Fifth. And we all know the best thing about hanging out in the great outdoors in mixed company as the temperature dips: Cuddling is practically required.

  So, is that why A and R were swooning over Sinatra? And why did O suddenly have to go help J unpack into her new abode? And why was B spotted solo, with only her cat for company? It’s a cliché, but this is the city that never sleeps… so what happens when sleeping arrangements are all under one roof?

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  q: Dear GG,

  So, we had this intern at the magazine I work at. She was only there for like a week, but now she’s all our editor in chief can talk about. She always compares me to her. What should I do?

  —writergrrrrl

  a: Dear WG,

  Why don’t you showcase your talents by writing about her? Sometimes you have to think outside the cube!

  —GG

  q: Dear Gossip Girl,

  Will u please date me?

  —Desperate

  a: Dear Desperate,

  Rule number one: Don’t ever say you’re desperate. As for me, unfortunately, I only donate to established charities.

  —GG

  Sometimes, the best thing to do on a chilly Saturday night is to get your beauty rest, then gloat at your hungover friends when you meet for Sunday brunch at Sarabeth’s. Besides, I have a few questions of my own I need to sleep on:

  What will happen when R faces the wrath of Lady S when she realizes her “Terrific Tomatoes” show is ruined? Will it be off to boarding school in the UK for our favorite reformed stoner? Now that B has given up castoffs in favor of streamlining, what can we expect to see from her? Has A met her Emily Post protocol–perfect opposite? Will A and J’s friendship really last? The sun’ll come out tomorrow… and we’ll see what else does. Remember, in the cold light of day, nothing stays secret. At least not when I’m around.

  You know you love me,

  gossip girl