Tom looked over at the wallet without turning his head. It was fat, new looking and best of all - unattended. He made as if to yawn, looking around whilst stretching. "It must belong to some rich fool," he thought to himself, granting permission for what he was about to do. He had already mentally spent the money on the kinds of food his mother uses to buy him before he left his chair and thought perhaps he might share it with her. Once level with the wallet he bent to tie his newly undone lace. Then he rose and walked away, outwardly nonchalant but internally impatient to discover what he had "won."
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