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"It's comfortable talking about money with you," he said. "Usually I avoid it."

The first time I thought about money, I was lying on a train berth with my family. I stared at the ceiling, counting things I'd need money for, planning my life at 6. My parents moved houses often. I didn't like packing and unpacking. Landlords hated when I drew on walls. Maybe having my own room to scribble freely—that would be enough.

Dad bought an iPod once. I downloaded all my favourite songs in it but it stopped working soon. Someday I have to buy a music player.

I need a camera too. Something portable, ready whenever I see something beautiful.

And chocolates. Probably about a hundred.

Yeah, that feels about right.

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