[She nods slowly, glancing from the lockpick in hand to the door to the face of the man holding the pick. The confused frown on her face is still there. The surprise at seeing anyone attempting to break into her house.
Why would they want to? She really doesn't have anything worth stealing. Not that Richard would steal from her.]
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Why would they want to? She really doesn't have anything worth stealing. Not that Richard would steal from her.]
Why?