Intense was the prelude,
The shallow comotion.
Like a thief in the night,
Hiding his crime.
Hesitation, calculation,
Precision arciformity.
Immersed in napkins,
Emergent relief.
Looking to the right,
With all of his might,
Then to the left,
Had they noticed the theft?
Then he smiled!
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