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Being inside the office made her feel like she was even more of a klepto. There was just so much to take. So much expensive, beautiful regalia. And a klepto she was. Whatever she couldn't have she'd take. It was just that simple. There was no such thing as being deprive as a child. No, mother dearest gave her everything. EVERYTHING.But lately she'd refused. Then went out and stole it. Not because it meant rebellion. It just felt goooooood. To good to leave that precious three karat golden ring behind. " Hello Ms. Bryar Wood."God, she hated her name. Bryarwood, England was where she was conceived. So being as she already held the last name, they named her Bryar. " Hello Mr. Connor." Such a rich girl name. That made her smile. " Happy I see?" Mr. Connor asked. His young but balding head tilting ever so slightly to the left." Oh, I was just thinking how it wouldn't be convenient for me to marry a poor painter." At this Mr. Connor lifted his eyebrows." Are you in love with a poor painter?" " No, but if I was he would have dirty blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes. And a girlfriend." "A Girlfriend?" "Yes." "Why?" "Well, simply to steal him Mr. Connor." |
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