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Spying
Leaving the Laurent mansion was as difficult as entering. I was searched and confronted with a gaze reserved especially for the poor. Because, to the security guards, all the mere mortals who set foot here tonight must have been born with a born tendency to steal and that one could never be indifferent to any object worth anything, when those who really move the world of crime wear a suit and tie or luxurious dresses, and not those who remove a mere candlestick that won't be missed.
“ You are free to go, mademoiselle! “, He hands me my backpack and I remain indifferent without uttering a single word.
It is not a good idea to exchange impressions with security guards. They have an excellent photographic memory just like the nos
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