You push past the gentleman and he tumbles into the nearest market stall, destroying the expensive looking jewellery display that it holds. You know his type, the cheery, well-dressed con men who will rob you blind at any given opportunity and will not hesitate to betray your trust. The gentleman calls after you and you decide you’ve had enough of him:
“Leave me alone, I know what you’re after and I don't have any money so you’re out of luck with me.” You respond to the man and he stands there with a knowing expression on his face.
“Ah, I also your type,” he says. “You’re the type that instantly assumes who I am and what I am after. I should have known just by looking at you I suppose.” The man finishes.
“Enough!” I exclaim. “You will not waste my time any longer and you should know that I am very partial to man-flesh, so LEAVE ME BE” I finish.
Ends
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