Fagin goes up to the counter and orders 30 tall hot chocolates. Fagin pays for the drinks using a crisp one hundred-pound note. The barista watches him leave and then puts his hand into his pocket, only to find that his wallet is gone. He runs out to the street, only to see Fagin wave at him cheerfully and then disappear around a corner, followed a group of boys in tattered tailcoats.
In honor of Ron Moody, our favorite Fagin.
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