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Olivers fatigued body ran and ran until he saw the bright lights of the train station. He got to the entrance but he was denied. "Young boy, no ticket no entrance," explained the ticket warden."Please Sir, please," begged Oliver.
"I'm sorry lad," apologised the man. Oliver had no choice but to give up, however an idea sprung into Oliver's mind. He saw that there was a broken fence that he could crawl through. It was a chance for Olivers thin, versatile body to come in handy. He got through and found the last train leaving for London. "London, yes London that's the one!" Screeched Oliver with excitement.
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Oliver got on the back of the train with nobody noticing. Half an hour later, the train arrived at the station. Oliver was buzzing with excitement as he jumped off the rusty steam train. Oliver saw a piece of bread hanging out of a woman's bag. His quiet feet, tip-toed and in the blink of an eye, the bread was gone. Oliver was enjoying his bread until a hession bag darkened his vision."Quick, get him in the alleyway Dodge," demanded a strange, shadowy man. He found him self being dragged along the rough roads of London. The bag came off his head. "Who are you?" Asked Oliver."M' name is the Artful Dodger. You can call me Dodge for short," demanded the Artful Dodger."And this is the cap'n Fagin,"announced Dodge.
"Gimme' some of that bread," exclaimed Fagin.
"No this is mine I stole it," He claimed.
Did you just say you 'stole it'," questioned Fagin.
"Yeees,"Oliver responded
"Come with me," demanded Fagin.
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