[ WP ] You feel a slight tug on your pants , and turn to see a terrified pickpocket , trying desperately to return what he just stole .

As I was walking down the street one day, 
 
 a smell came from behind, of rot and decay. 
 
 He was trying to steal some cash, 
 
 to put it in a sash, 
 
 so that he could buy weed and smack, 
 
 and sell it for more white rocks and crack. 
 
 What he pulled was not money, however. 
 
 When he saw it, he immediately put it back as I turned, like a robbery deserter. 
 
 As he tried to put it back, it stabbed his bum, 
 
 because my sentient knife likes to have fun. 
 
 He must have returned it as he may have thought people would see him and think that he wants me stabbed, 
 
 but he's just a simple pickpocket, and karma got him in his back. 
 
 
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