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Yang Zhen

The market. Busy busy busy.
Set to work I was.
Fluttering in and out possessions.
Oblivious victims they were.

I moved quickly, lightly.
I was never suspected. I never looked suspecting.
My black gown swayed with effervescence as I wondered more.
My oval face. Glint with mischief likewise my eyes.
My pink lips in a pout. As I feigned everything.

I moved with grace.
Picking at anything edible and useful.
It was my life.
That was my circle.
Rolling over an over again.
I was poor.

I was useless.
I was a peasant.
Looked down upon.
For quite stupid reasons.
I don't mind though.
People thought what they wanted to think.
And I wouldn't care, couldn't care.

Going on I spotted him.
All in his glory.
His blind fold around his eyes stained with blood.
Unlike me he was really blind.
But he moved well, fed well. Meant well.

But I was on my set.
Working fast, walking smart.
Bumping into him.
A light smirk tugged. An ever knowing smirk.
I swiped his pouch. Sure I could feel gold.
I could feel the sweet taste of food already.
I could feel the limited joy I would bellow upon.

I set to speak as he stumbled.
"Sorry I am, for I am blind".
My voice laced sickly sweet.
He replied as though I knew he would.
"No problem it was, for I am also".
It was working and I was getting away.
To confirm I spoke again.
"Alas you need not apologise. For we are friends".
Silence. As the market chartered on.
But gauging his reaction my smile faded in the lightest.
He was smirking. His lips tugged.
Was I caught? Or was I not.
"Friends you say?".
His brow rose.
"But alas my friend shall return my pouch".
"For I shall not be stumbled upon".
He knew.

I turned and sprinted.
I was going to escape.
Until...
I bumped into one of my victims.
His face etched with hate. Sneering.
"Return to me what you know I own".
His voice loud and searing.
He raised his hand.
But was stopped midair.

He saved me.
His hand poised in protection.
He spoke.
"Silly it is. Your hand raised against a lady".
" a punishable offense".

"Give to him what he asks of young lady".
"For trouble shall brew if not".
Like a genie I was.
For I absentmindedly gave it back.
A million thoughts swarming.

A humph and and the perpetrator was gone.
Now alone were I and my savior.
The savior I stole from.
He smiled. As though Gauging my thoughts.

"You can keep it. For you are of more importance".
With that. He turned and stepped on.

I followed him.
He was who I ought move with.

Never ever have I thought this.
But I was glad.
I stole today.

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