Ne'er-do-wells skipped along the cobblestone street, taking slugs from their flasks and laughing heartily and doing little jigs. Tabitha watched from her window and wished she could join them. For she had always done well, and it had become tiresome. As one young lady squatted and released her liquids while teetering back and forth, Tabitha emerged from the doorway and looked at the raggamuffin with pleading eyes. "Please" they said. "Teach me this night."
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