“Work is for suckers” I heard Harvey calling as he zipped past L’Artiste. “I’m going to get a Lotto ticket!”

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“How is that going to help?” I asked when he came back from the shop.

“When I have the winning ticket, I am out of here!” he said.

“But you don’t even have to be here.” I reminded him that he was sold at the last exhibition and could have moved in with Mr XL. But no, Harvey wanted to stay with his Dede friends and Mr XL kindly let him have his wish.