“Perfect,” I say cheerily before sticking out the hand currently unoccupied with my stolen goods. “I’m Adena.” She takes my hand, seemingly shaking it just to humor me. “I’m Paedyn.” “Well, Paedyn”—I rip the sticky bun in half, offering a smushed side to her—“I think we could make a great team.” She pops a piece of dough into her mouth. “So, you sew, and I steal? We share the money and the food?” “Exactly.” I hesitate for a moment. “I mean, unless you have somewhere better to go than the slums….” “Not anymore,” she says, a bit too quickly. “So, partners?” “Partners.” I smile before looking
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