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He waited for a chance. I need that Marijuana, and I need money for that, he thought. He looked for easy targets, someone who can put up enough money without resisting much. A couple, no they'll get attention. An old man, no he won't have much. 200 dollars were enough to buy some of the drug for a night, which he did have in his wallet. But he wanted to feel the indulgence, to go through the perfect sensation, and for that, he needed more money. He saw the man. He was moving quickly, probably sneaking, he thought. Maybe he is carrying money, and he's pacing home to make it safe, he thought as he smiled on his exceptional intelligence. He moved forward to intercept him, and stood in his way, pointing double handguns straight at his face. The man halted instantly. He looks cunning, i should be cautious he thought. "Give me all you got!" he barked. "I don't have anything" the man replied straight without any hesitation. "I Said, Gimme the money! Or else I'll take it myself!" he shouted again. "Take what you find" the man said, as he opened his arms, inviting him for a search. He leaned forward, checking his jacket for anything. He found a packet, something wrapped in it tightly. He smiled at his victory and said,"And what's this?". The man said nothing. "Thank You Mister" he taunted, as he walked off in the other direction. As he teared the wrapper, a box came out. It said Thank You Mister on a large label. He knew what had happened. His wallet was gone.