I can’t believe I got away with it. Pratzer is the best crook I know. The best I’ve ever known.
And I got him. I got him good.
It’s not like he didn’t have it coming after all. All those years of slave labor. All the shouting.
The hitting.
Although it’s not like I didn’t ask for it from time to time. I gave him lip whenever I had the chance, and he did take me under his wing for all these years. Maybe the frame was a bit hasty.
Not much I can do about it now.
Besides, it was a good frame. He’s caught in the act, with the package seemingly destroyed, but in reality safely tucked away in my backpack. He should be quite proud.
I’m sure he’s quite furious.
– From Unpublished: Entry 12 by Thaydon Vorlance