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"Mister, have you seen my momma?" a small voice squeaks.
"Umm…" The man stops and crouches to be at eyelevel with the pinprick of a child. "Not that I know of, kiddo. You might wanna give me some more description- hey, watch where you're going!" The man breaks off as I brush past him.
I keep walking.
Thirty steps in front of him now. I turn and pull the man's wallet out of my coat sleeve, grin and wave to him.
"What the- hey! Get back here!"
I hear his thumping footsteps and angry shouts behind me, but I'm already barreling through the crowd of passers-by. The slums people around me are indifferent- robberies are a fact of life here.
"Give it back, you filthy little gypsy!"
I smile back at him over my shoulder. "Better get it yourself!" Nimbly darting aroud people and merchants' stands, I laugh so hard that the sound echoes through the narrow street.
He'll never catch me.
Suddenly- boom!- I trip. The cobblestoned ground rises up and smacks me in the face. When I turn over, the man stands over me. He steps on my shoulder to pin me down. A knife comes out of his shirtsleeve.
Well, crap.
I kick as hard as I can into his sizeable gut. The knife clatters to the pavement, right next to my head. A wheeze escapes the man's lungs.
I skitter backwards and dart over a wall and away, giggling.

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"Mister, have you seen my momma?" a small voice squeaks.
"Umm…" The man stops and crouches to be at eyelevel with the pinprick of a child. "Not that I know of, kiddo. You might wanna give me some more description- hey, watch where you're going!" The man breaks off as I brush past him.
I keep walking.
Thirty steps in front of him now. I turn and pull the man's wallet out of my coat sleeve, grin and wave to him.
"What the- hey! Get back here!"
I hear his thumping footsteps and angry shouts behind me, but I'm already barreling through the crowd of passers-by. The slums people around me are indifferent- robberies are a fact of life here.
"Give it back, you filthy little gypsy!"
I smile back at him over my shoulder. "Better get it yourself!" Nimbly darting aroud people and merchants' stands, I laugh so hard that the sound echoes through the narrow street.
He'll never catch me.
Suddenly- boom!- I trip. The cobblestoned ground rises up and smacks me in the face. When I turn over, the man stands over me. He steps on my shoulder to pin me down. A knife comes out of his shirtsleeve.
Well, crap.
I kick as hard as I can into his sizeable gut. The knife clatters to the pavement, right next to my head. A wheeze escapes the man's lungs.
I skitter backwards and dart over a wall and away, giggling.