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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[knowntohisfriends]

A hand reaches out to gran Eliot's arm, another going around his shoulders and leading him away from the stall.

"What you up to? Tryin' to give us all a bad name?"