next, you did descend once again upon in a road sided house. searched its corners, drawers, bits, and boxes for anything worthwhile. not a stone left unturned, you do well, you think. nothing but so much in there laid your eyes round the four walls, you felt in a familiar odor of furnishings. promptly, you headed to a desk. overcome by the vellichor of handbooks, the homesickness burbling in your stomach, you get your hands upon a rack —a portrait of some family, you couldn't season with it. in #Family#thief#yqtales#lunacy#MicroStories#lifeofathief#ransacker
