Dean eyed the other, looking him over. “Must be nice.” he retorted, shaking his head slightly. “With either really, the luck or the money. Never really had either myself.”
“well, when you come from money; old or new… doors open.” at least in his experience, but at the same time… he never could see himself as anything else. maybe once, but those days were long past. “then sometimes they close and you are left with no skills an’ mountains of debt.”
“If thats the case then how the hell do you get anything done… let alone stay in business.”
“some would call it luck – other’s would call it that their relatives were very very rich.” he then gave a shrug. “so, it’s somewhere between the both of them – more or less.”
“oh, i get how important it is, but here’s the thing,” ky leaned towards the other, voice low. “i just… don’t care.”
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