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ll　player　who　I　know　for　a　fact　always　defaces　our　womyn’s　center　posters。　Should　I　stage　an　intervention？

—stilllove

a：　Dear　Still　Love；

I’m　sorry　to　hear　about　your　romantic　woes；　but　if　your　ex　is　just　a　bug　to　you；　then　maybe　she　wasn’t　worth　it　to　begin　with。　Instead　of　postering　for　the　womyn’s　center；　post　a　personal　ad。　Who　knows　what　will　happen！

—GG

q：　Dear　Gossip　Girl；

There’s　a　guy　in　my　poetry　class　who’s　that　tortured；　soulful　type—the　kind　of　guy　who’s　too　busy　being　an　artist　to　even　think　about　things　like　food。　I’ve　only　seen　him　ingest　instant　coffee　and　cigarettes；　which　I　think　is　cute；　but　my　suitemates　find　creepy。　What　do　you　think？

—hotforsoulful

a：　Dear　HFS；

Sounds　like　this　particular　soul　may　be　in　mourning　for　a　muse。　My　advice：　Tortured　artists　rarely　make　stable　partners。　Instead；　find　a　happy…go…lucky　munications　major　and　read　poetry　to　each　other。

—GG

ready；　set；　go…　again

One　of　the　best　things　about　being　in　school　is　the　opportunity　to　have　two　fresh　starts　a　year。　There’s　September；　with　the　new　housing　assignments；　new　books；　and　new　professors；　it’s　the　start　of　the　academic　year。　But　January　1　is　a　golden　do…over　opportunity。　And　some　of　us　just　might　need　a　do…over。　Here’s　to　second　chances。

You　know　you　love　me；

gossip　girl

you　never　can　say　goodbye

“You　okay；　son？”　Captain　Archibald　placed　a　firm　hand　on　Nate’s　shoulder　outside　All　Souls　Church　on　Lexington　Avenue。　Around　them；　patrons　were　spilling　out　of　the　church　onto　the　cold　stone　steps。　White　lilies　were　set　up　around　the　entrance　of　the　church　as　if　for　a　celebration；　not　a　funeral。

“I’m　fine；”　Nate　muttered；　though　he　was　anything　but　fine。　His　Br