The Secret Life of a Pickpocket

Artemis was glad to be alone. Her day had been full of people, and their stuff. She counted up her profits. A meager two dollars. That meant only twelves dollars this week. She should be happy she had any money at all. Money meant being able to keep your stomach partially full, or a shelter for a day. But most important, money met you could make people unsee you, and you could never exist. Just like Artemis didn't exist anymore, only Lily. She had been pretty successful on blending in with the humans, she hadn't been found out yet. It was starting to get dark, so Artemis, no, Lily started to curl up by some ruble, and tried to sleep.


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