Hmm its late and there is nothing to do. I am so bord and I don't want to do my homework at all. I just want to sit here and do nothing.
Hmm I guess that I am going to write somthing?
<b>Thief</b>
Hiding in the dark from the passing guards. I was almost at my goal all I had to do was creep about twenty or so feet and I had the money of the richest merchant in town. But I know from expertness that it is never that easy. I was keeping to the shadows I blended in perfectly with the dark walls of the machine. Looking around I saw that the guards were at the end of the room. Swiftly and silently I slid over to the chest. With in a second the lock was open. Poring the gold and silver into my bag I beheld the two guards coming towards me. They had yet to see me in the dark. I ran right in between them and out of the door. All they ever heard was the swirl of my cloak. That is why I am a master thief. For to be captured in this line of business is death. Though I am a master of escape. Not once has anyone seen me, or heard more then my cloak. I am a legend, a myth that the rich tell one an other as if they were to frighten small children. None of them think that I exist. Well not until they wake up and find that they have nothing more then the baggier on the corner that they always pass and never see. Well maybe they do have a little less then me.
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