Jazz M Andro
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With his hand casually placed in his pocket, Jazz passed by the unsuspecting students. He extended his palm, all but imperceptibly, and their personal possessions were swiftly transferred to him. He strolled away with a mischievous smirk on his face, safe in the knowledge that no one had noticed his skilled thievery. As he rounded the corner, his path was abruptly blocked by an unexpected individual.