...My name is Patrick Kowner the second. My father’s name was also Patrick and my mother’s name is Siobhan. As a young lad, I wanted to feel the grasp of money and to always have money in my short and empty pockets. This is why I took the opportunity to go to America. The only way to get myself to America was by ship. I am a poor Irishman who can only afford to get anything by stealing. I am known by the names of PM or Patrick mugger or “mugtrick”. A young man, wearing a fine fitted suit, with blonde and silky hair with white dazzling skin was strolling on our dusty and old street in the most graceful and elegant ways. The sun had never grinned at our road. It had always punished the street with its aching and unforgivable heat. As I went to see what valuables he had in his wide pockets, I saw that he dropped an envelope of some sort. I went to tell him; however, I waited and thought for a second... I had thought to myself that maybe on the floor was a cheque or an envelope full of money so I waited as he passed and then I swooped down to the floor like an eagle and took the envelope. Feeling relieved I opened it... As I felt its rough texture on the palm of my dirty hands, I gasped in shock to find... A piece of paper? I read it and I saw my dream had finally come true: this piece of paper told my destiny; that piece of paper was none other than a ticket for America! I could finally travel to America in style by ship!!! When I read the name of the ship I gasped in...
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