On a sunny day I went on a walk wearing my new designer shirt and a lot of people who passed me by told me how pretty my new designer shirt was, until one weird man stopped in front of me and told me:
"I'd like your shirt."
"Thank you! It's new!" I answered him, a little bit concerned.
"I'd like your shirt."
"Thank you! I like it too."
"I'd like your shirt."
"Thank you! I bought it..."
"No, no, you're not understanding me, I would like to have your shirt." He told me, pulling up his own unbranded shirt and showing me a gun.
"Oh! I... get... it..." I answered, scared " Well, if you like it that much, here, you can have it."
And there I stood, half naked, seeing how the theft run away with my new shirt and thinking that maybe in a couple of days he would wear it for stealing a pair of pants what would matched it.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
508 - The fashion theft.
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