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Post by rina dobrovsky on Jan 19, 2013 13:22:51 GMT -5
" Vrátím se brzy, máma." The assurance was always there for her mama that she would return soon with the small amount of cash she always found. It wasn't a sickness or a disease. She didn't have anything wrong with her that urged her to slip her small, child hands into pockets and retrieve the wallets there just for the cash, never the cards. Her mama had taught her how so that they could buy food and pay for their water and their electricity and their small rented flat. Mama did it as well, but she was better. She stole from the places she cleaned, small things that were seldom noticed until days, or even weeks, later, but small things were not always worthless, and she relied on that, as well as Rina's little job. She worried, but Rina insisted she was alright. People took pity on small girls; they were easy to convince that it'd fell out of their pockets, and she was just returning it. In the market place, she waited with a small smile on her lips, her arms tucked behind her blue sundress, feet bare, as she leaned against a building's brick wall. ---- vrátím se brzy, máma - I'll be back soon, mama.
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