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“You know that's exactly what a rich kid would say, right?”

He shifted, looking back at the television “So what do you do with all that money you con off…I mean, earn from your art?”

“Don’t think I don’t know that slip was not by accident, and to answer your question, I run a few charities—what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“A few charities?” His eyebrow rose “Really? Who are you, Mother Theresa? You have to have soe for; everyone has so”

“I guess it would be…” I paused

“Are you going to continue your sentence or just keep staring off into space?”

I turned to watch the sea turtles

He turned off the TV

“What do you spend your financially stable money on, then?”

“Nice clothes, watches, mostly cars…”

“Rich” I coughed, placing my hand on my throat “You are just like them”

“I never said there was anything wrong with them I just said you were different, and don’t pretend like there is anything hotter than a well-dressed man…a well-dressed me, for that matter”

God, could his ego get any bigger?

“So what do you splurge on? Share”

“It’s nothing, traveling and…” I drifted off