Not quite a Dickens story

[minitreiver]

Eliot slipped between the stalls. It'd be a lot easier to grab an apple or something from somewhere than to steal a wallet without getting caught. Especially with all the people around. He reached between two women for the smallest fruit he could see.

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[minitreiver]

"It's a little... odd for a name," Eliot couldn't resist pointing out. He certainly didn't miss the other boy's growing pockets. He couldn't help but expect someone else would notice, too. "Maybe we should go somewhere else?"

[knowntohisfriends]

"We're goin' somewhere else," the Dodger pointed out, gesturing to their walking feet. "An' the only name worth havin' is the one you make for yerself."

[minitreiver]

Eliot nodded warily. They were but it seemed a bit slow and he had no idea where they were actually going. "Ain't it better to have a name that don't stand out?"

[knowntohisfriends]

And there's a stare of not being able to understand what's just been said