Not So Lucky (Old Version)
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Last published Wed, Aug 28, 2019
AN: I've started rewriting Not So Lucky so this is the old version. I'm not continuing this version because it sucks, so if you'd like to read the new and (hopefully) improved version please go to me file thing and go to my stories. Thanks a bunch!
Alright, so I didn't mean for things to get so carried away. My only target was the guy's wallet, for Pete's sake. But, of course, he turned out to be working for some syndicate head who was looking for someone with my, let's just say expertise.
Amy Clover is one of the most distinguished pick pockets in the bustling cities of Nepton, also known as Lucky. She gets most of her information and targets from renowned pastry chef Lat McCrea who picks the lucky victims out from the wealthy customers that frequent his confectionery. But when Lat gives her a target that turns out to be way out of her league, Amy has no choice but to conform to what she has brought upon herself.
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