He was in and out of his third home, taking nothing and leaving only but a trace. He loved the thrill of sneaking in. At first, he started by scaling front stoops. He’d climb vertically up the front of each step, resting at the top. He’d gotten caught numerous times this way, occasionally he would stop for too long at the top step. Scaling the front door required a decent bit more skill, and getting through it required the most. He wouldn’t even share how he managed to get past a front security system and into a home, this was his little secret. Surprisingly, he had never been caught after a successful break in attempt. It would be incredibly easy to find him, by tracing his slimy remnants straight back to the source. It could have been a pain knowing that he left criminalizing trails everywhere that he glided, but he embraced it. Knowing full well that at any time he could be caught, yet no one seemed to have the urge to, it only made his crimes more appealing to carry out.
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