The Robbery
Once I was invited to hang out with a group of teenage girls. We met behind Tesco at 10:00.
“So, I have the bag,” said one.
“What bag?” I asked.
“The one to carry the stuff we’ll steal in the shop” she replied.
“Oh,” I said, worried.
“Now, you keep watch. If anyone comes, signal us,”
“Ok,”
They all ran in. I stood there anxiously. Suddenly, a policeman came round the corner. I did the pre-agreed signal. The girls came running out. They had the stuff they had robbed in their hands. The bag was full. But where would we hide it all from the policeman?
“Ye’d better come with me,” said the policeman.
Once I was invited to hang out with a group of teenage girls. We met behind Tesco at 10:00.
“So, I have the bag,” said one.
“What bag?” I asked.
“The one to carry the stuff we’ll steal in the shop” she replied.
“Oh,” I said, worried.
“Now, you keep watch. If anyone comes, signal us,”
“Ok,”
They all ran in. I stood there anxiously. Suddenly, a policeman came round the corner. I did the pre-agreed signal. The girls came running out. They had the stuff they had robbed in their hands. The bag was full. But where would we hide it all from the policeman?
“Ye’d better come with me,” said the policeman.
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