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harley
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every saturday, the rag market was my favourite, i once had my bag cut off my shoulder in there, i looked down for my bag after scrambling around this one stall ,and it was gone, all that there was were the strap. just hanging on my shoulder i dont know how i didnt feel somthing wrong.and another time i was with my little sister and i looked down and she was gone. she had walked off ,then i contacted the market wardens and they found her ,she was picked up by market inspector and taken to the police station, it was the most frightening time i was only sixteen at that time. i didnt bother much going to town after that to the markets.harley.