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>Ya can’t always be the people you were.
I was a thief, a good one too when I was at it. Candy, now I’m not foolin’ ya, the best damn Op planner a guy could have. And didn’t I appreciate her? But nah, we got out while the getting was good. Hell, if Wendy’s still around I want to talk severance pay. But that’s not why I’m here, nah it’s a story, like any other. We’d been retired, couldn’t a been more then a year or two. So Candy’s comin back from the market one day, and I see’s her walkin down the street, bag in arm, pokeballs on her hip, not even looking where she’s going. I’m about to help her out, when this kid, couldn’ta been bigger than I was bout that age, he come over like a quick attack, false swipe, and boom. I can see him sprintin off with Candy’s Pokeballs. And she’s screamin’
“Tony! Anton! He’s got Raticate! (yeah I kept im after we quit, so fuckin sue me.)” An I got to figya out if I still had any speed in me. Now, I’m no Ursaring ova here. I’m 5’5”, 56” on a good day. But what I can’t lift? I can run. And damned if I didn’t catch him. And he was kickin his legs off and I was kickin mine and I swear to Arceus, the kid actually pops the ball! Thinkin Raticates good for anything, much less stopping his own owner. Well, Raticate popped out, looked at the kid, looked at me, rolled on his back and took a nap. The kid bugged, tryna run, tripped on his own feet and hit the dirt. We was almost to Route 40 by this time. And he just sat there, in the dust, watchin the waves of the bay hit the sand, watchin the wingull off the wate, the magikarp floaten in the water. I could see he was cryin. I didn’t yell. Just sat down next to him y’know? I says to him, I says,
