Well Played, Badger
You know, you did teach me an expensive lesson, but took away very little. In a way I thank you. And, in a way you cursed yourself. I asked God for reparations upon your departure. Two fold is a generous curse. I could have asked for more. Eighty quid from your pocket, two packs of cigarettes (your brand of choice of course), and two lighters (inexpensive ones, Bic will do).
I know that you feel bad, but not to worry. You will pay. And, in return to you my Irish-mate a lesson and may God bless you from there on out.
Straight way from our meeting my articles were replaced: an entry on a keypad, the extra lighter from my bag and a transaction of pounds for smokes. You only took what you knew could be replaced and that was almost admirable, but not entirely excusable.
I learned from you, Badger. I learned not to talk so very much. If you ask a question it should be reviewed on a need to know basis. I will follow no one under the guise of secrecy. Kind words, suggestions and an open ear do not make you my friend. Nothing will be given to you in preparation for a transaction. And finally, Badger, I learned that you need not feel bad for betraying your Irish-mate, because as they say, "The luck of the Irish tends to run thin when the evil they've done comes around again."
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