Dear Diary:
Cast: Three high schoolers and me, sitting across from them on the crosstown bus.
Time: 3:30 p.m. A Friday.
High schooler No. 1, in the middle of a conversation about the coming weekend and their respective country houses: “I always feel like a stupid rich kid saying we have a place in the Hamptons, you know?â€
No. 2. “I never say ‘the Hamptons.’ I just say we go to Long Island. ‘The Hamptons’ sounds, you know…â€
No. 3. “I LOVE saying ‘the Hamptons’! That way people don’t think we’re so rich. Only renters say ‘the Hamptons.’â€
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