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Jack was nimble and quick and it had saved his skin time and again.
Of course, he had to be in his line of work. Slow and clumsy thieves don't last very long.
He grabbed his loot sack and sighed. This wasn't how things normally went.
He had jumped the candlestick before his job tonight and blew the wick out. Bad luck. But he went ahead with the plan because the time was right and because he wasn't about to let superstition control him.
He gave a small, sad look to the body of the homeowner he'd had to off.
That's two wicks he'd snuffed out that night.