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: âI always feel like a stupid rich kid saying we have a place in the Hamptons, you know?â
No. 2. âI never say âthe Hamptons.â I just say we go to Long Island. âThe Hamptonsâ sounds, you knowâ¦â
No. 3. âI LOVE saying âthe Hamptonsâ! That way people donât think weâre so rich. Only renters say âthe Hamptons.ââ
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