I remember the day I first met the Thief, I can’t recall his name, it seem to change with each story he told me. There was nothing special about that day, I was just sitting around with nothing much going on, I felt hungry, so I went out for a bite to eat, when he appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

I don’t normally hold long conversations with strangers, but there was something intriguing about this character. He was dress to impress as they use to say back in the day, I couldn’t identify a flaw on him, from the slanted hat he don on his head, his dark shades, white silk suit, and snake skin boots. As he began to talk, his words was timely, he seem to know exactly how I was feeling at that moment, it had the taste of lemon and honey in the early morning hours. He was careful not to dwell on the topics that he somehow knew would cause me to become upset and end our conversation. I was taken by surprise by his in your face honest approach. He told me up front he was a thief, my first thoughts were “really!!”, he chucked, among many other things, he continued, as if he knew what my thoughts were.
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