This photo reminds me of the good, yet evil, deeds I am doing. I feel bad that I am stealing, but I know it's going to people who need the money. Tonight is the night I go and give to the poor. I found the money thereon 4th floor in the attic, in the back of the attic.
Tonight the police might be on the lookout for me. I know it will be dangerous and I could be arrested but I have to do this.
I am at the thrift shop writing and drinking my espresso. It's a very slow day.
Then this man walks in, he is flustered. He has a mustache and a tux on with dark hair. His cheeks are rosey red and he looks mad. He is a plump man and looks as if he is normally jolly. He storms up to me. He yells in gibberish, probably from anger.
"Calm down, Sir. I don't know what the trouble is, but if you can calm down and talk to me, I might be able to help." I say.
He calms down a little, but his face is still red. He says "I know you did it."
"Did what?" I trembled.
He murmured "Idiot.".
Now I knew what he was talking about. His name Lucas Fenwig. But he never told me that, I knew that was his name Lucas. Then I knew what was happening. His house was the one I robbed.
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The Secret Life of Spring (INACTIVE)
AléatoireI dont update anymore I made this when I was younger and its a literal piece of trash its so awful, but idk how to delete so thats fun. ...
