"You look stupid and rich," she said, removing her glasses. "You're wrong," I protested. "I'm actually smart and poor." "Oh, no, Preppie. I'm smart and poor." She was staring straight at me. Her eyes were brown. Okay, maybe I look rich, but I wondln't let some 'Cliffie-even one with pretty eyes- call me dumb. "What the hell makes you so smart?" I asked. "I wouldn't go for coffee with you," she answered. "Listen - I wounldn't ask you." "That," she replied, "is what makes you stupid."
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"You look stupid and rich," she said, removing her glasses.
"You're wrong," I protested. "I'm actually smart and poor."
"Oh, no, Preppie. I'm smart and poor."
She was staring straight at me. Her eyes were brown.
Okay, maybe I look rich, but I wondln't let some 'Cliffie-even one with pretty eyes- call me dumb.
"What the hell makes you so smart?" I asked.
"I wouldn't go for coffee with you," she answered.
"Listen - I wounldn't ask you."
"That," she replied, "is what makes you stupid."