“Hey, check it out,” Billy said. He held out something in his hand. It looked oddly familiar, yet different. “Is that… is that a gold plated iPod?” I asked. I picked it up and gaped at it while Billy just smiled. I turned it over. It  was gorgeous. I asked how much it had cost, and Billy just grinned wider. “It’s like that guy J. P. Morgan said, if you have to ask, you can’t afford it.” I couldn’t really believe that; Billy wasn’t rich, he was just showing off. “But it can’t sound any better, can it?” I asked him. “It sounds better to me,” Billy declared.

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