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May. 4th, 2006 04:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Title: I Wanna Live
Date: 5/3/06
She had never seen herself doing this, not in a thousand years. She might have been able to see being a drug dealer or black market merchant, but not this. Hacking into the buisnesses, the banks; using her hard earned talents for evil. Or at least what 'they' would construe as evil.
She never took that much, not a time anyway. And never from the same place twice in a row, that would look bad. Still, it scared her, the idea that she would be found out. If she were a drug dealer or hooker, at least then she knew for a fact the law would find her, no paranoia. Here there was that constant fear that maybe the government wouldn't find her, or maybe they would trace her and lock her away without even listening to the reasons why.
No, they wouldn't care that she only took enough to pay the rent for a year. Never enough to bankrupt anyone. Or that she had wonderful reason to do it. That bastard, her supposed true love from long ago, had vanished two years back and had been three years behind in child support then. No, they'd never care. The oil barons and CEOs could retire with millions and be respected in their professions even if they quit because they'd be convicted of stealing all those millions though illicit stock trades, but if a single mother took a couple thousand now and again to take care of her child, that was a crime.