I always knew I had a knack for stealing, in all fairness it was the only thing I was good at.

My cleaning job didn’t pay enough, my love life needed cleaning also and there was my family that always said, “Dee, your life always sucks but you get us out of a jam”

But here I was laying facedown with a mouthful of dirt in a bush under a kindergarten school window, my messenger bag full of diamonds and my heart pounding in my ears.

I could hear the chatter of the children inside and I tried to bring my blood pressure down.

The earbud in my ear started to ring, it was my dad, I couldn't answer, I sent him an automated response back and he in return sent a zip code to my phone. I rolled over and checked it, it was a couple of blocks over. I have enough time to compose myself and get there.

I sat up, time checked, the kids will be picked up soon, at my age everything ached. “You got this Dee” I mouthed. At a crouch I patted myself down, got most of the dirt off and made my way out from under the bush and round the school building and across the street.

Just as parents were starting to arrive to pick up their kids, not good timing.

I made my way to the location and my bag felt lighter, i checked it over in a panic and saw a small hole where some of the diamonds had fallen out. “SHIT” I yelled rebounding off the concrete buildings around me.

I did not have time to retrace my steps, as the rendezvous was soon, sweat beads formed on my brow, what do i do…?

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I love you Baby