Jason Williams came home and sat down on his bed. He was twenty-two years old. He lived with his father and mother in three small rooms at the top of a tall building. Every day he went out, but he did not go to work. Jason stole things. Sometimes he stole things from shops or cars; and sometimes he stole money from old people like Emma Carter. Today he was angry.

"I took that old woman's bag," he thought. "What did I get? Two pounds, seventy-four pence, and a lottery ticket! And it was an old, cheap bag too."

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