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i can't believe i did it. i am a thief, but i steal from old ladies and weak men, who have more than they need. i saw you go overhead last night, and even though i was afraid, i followed you. you're not the only one who can climb a rope, you know. again, you were working the small time last night. i still don't understand that. plenty of big fish in the sea, begging for your attention, daring you to come after them, but you still have time for the little guys. some kids unloading stereos out of the back of a truck, and when you stop, one of them pulls out a gun. even i know thats stupid. everybody knows that you hate guns. i'm sure when his broken nose heals in a few months he'll remember the look on your face. i was still a few rooftops away, but i could see you all from above. and then i saw it, two blocks away.

the car. the big shiny stupid superhero car. i wanted to follow you, but i had to see it up close. maybe i could learn something, find something i could use against you. so many lights, buttons. its a wonder you can even drive this thing, and keep your eyes on the road, with all this stuff lit up and flashing all around you. i was about to leave it and go back to where you were, when i saw something small and almost familiar on the passenger seat. a phone. not of any type i could buy in a store, but it was clearly some sort of cell phone. there is something so strange about the thought of you using this thing, something that makes you seem almost human. so i took it. its what i do, i'm a thief.

i'm not even sure why i took it, what i plan on doing with it. steal your address book? make prank calls to the police from it? i dont know. but i have something of yours now. i stole from you and you could not stop me. i am a little disappointed by how easy it was. granted most people wouldnt have seen your car where you left it, but you don't have a monopoly on rooftop jumping and the perspective it grants on the city. you are getting sloppy.

i'm sure this is only the start of better things for me.