In Leonard's Square, there were hundreds of townfolk out and about. It was nighttime and they were enjoying their night at theater houses, ale houses, and eateries. In the bustle, no one noticed a small boy of eight meandering through the crowd. They did not notice when he bumped into them and took their watches, their coin purses.
When his pockets are full and he is weighed down so much that he can no longer nimbly perform his slights of hand. The boy tapped a door in the depths of an alley five times. The door opened and his master stood in the doorway.
"How were the pickings today?" he asked.
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