Perhaps not, but then we both know that isn't quite true.
[In contrast, Robb looks as far from an heir to a casino empire as anyone can get--two-day-old jeans, a white collared shirt with coffee stains on it, and a five-o-clock shadow that he's forgotten to shave trying to get to work earlier. But then, he's always been a rebel, always been the one who felt like he was chafing against the smart suits.
He'd felt like an outsider, in Las Vegas, with no purpose other than to look handsome. Here, in New York, he's still an outsider, but he's found something to drive him.]
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[In contrast, Robb looks as far from an heir to a casino empire as anyone can get--two-day-old jeans, a white collared shirt with coffee stains on it, and a five-o-clock shadow that he's forgotten to shave trying to get to work earlier. But then, he's always been a rebel, always been the one who felt like he was chafing against the smart suits.
He'd felt like an outsider, in Las Vegas, with no purpose other than to look handsome. Here, in New York, he's still an outsider, but he's found something to drive him.]