There was once a boy who late on Monday evening gazing out from his third story loft decided to write a story about another boy who would run away from his third story loft and live by whatever means he had available mainly stealing to get by but living an exciting life; using different M.O.'s to keep the police from catching onto him and drifting from city to city. He would keep a rotation of M.O.'s. So that if caught he could frame someone else for a crime he committed. (Having committed all the crimes, he could arrange all the evidence to frame anyone). And so he would bounce around from city to city keeping an all together unboring life. But then the first boy decided to go and make soup instead.
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wtb adventures
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