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Drabble: Life
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b7friday challenge is 'Lost, stolen, or strayed'.
Life
Well, it was true he'd strayed from the straight and narrow--whatever that was--more than once. Got caught anyway which was more to the point. All those days and months and years forever lost in the juvenile detention wards, prison cells, that penal colony CF1. Wasn't fair, really. He'd only ever taken things from people: jewellery or art work from rich Alphas, stocks and bonds and cash from corporations and banks. Nothing any of 'em would really miss, nothing that'd hurt. But they'd stolen the rest of his life from him now.
"All right, Blake," Vila said. "I'm in."