“Oh, shoot,” Antonia gasped, turning to face that of who she’d purposefully run into in her passing, their wallet being hastily tucked into her back pocket. Why she had turned to pickpocketing when she lived and thrived off of the money coming in from her job, she couldn’t say for certain. All she knew was the rush that came with it and the inevitability of temporary success. “Sorry about that.”
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