In every pocket thereās a loose coin, in every house, thereās a missing object, through every window thereās an opportunity.
I tried living honestly; I made honest coins and had lifeās pleasures at my fingertips until I discovered the pleasures of life in… how should I put it? In different ways.
Life has more meaning if youāve striven toward it, I gave up trying a long time ago; I stopped giving a shit about their living.
If you canāt join then… well, beat them.
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He slips into my bunker, his blues examine me, his broad figure shifts uncomfortably in the tight space, āIs that so?ā He nods… āYeah, I have a position for you, if youāre interested…ā
āIām listening,ā He pushes a file into my hands, āYouāre joking, right? This job is impossible…ā āAre you running scared now? I thought you were the best thief there is,ā
I tilt… āIām not risking my neck for what… a few gold pieces? No way, Iām occupied as it is,ā He chuckles, shifting backward, āIs that so? Letās just say itās a few thousand gold pieces,ā