Just a bent of mind

These are the cameras I stole a few years ago, but couldn’t sell for fear of being caught. Now, nobody would buy them anyway. I need to write off the loss.

How do I hate these contraptions, for getting smaller in size! I work for a small teashop on the slope of the hills now, and manage to loot a tourist or two in a week. Work was getting difficult in the city, what with those hidden cameras everywhere. People carry cameras in their pockets too, but those can easily be flung in the valley – sometimes along with the owner.

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