Time - alxandrue
The watch clicked on in his hand. He looked down on the bridge. His well-dressed manner was out of place in the dark night of London. The moon hung in the night. The boy studied the man with the watch. He knew a stolen watch meant a sumptuous meal for him and his brother. The watch keeper held it loosely and seemed preoccupied. The cool breeze of the night relaxed him and he seemed to look on into a great distance. By some preconception, he laid the watch on the ledge and walked into the night.
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