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I used to be a thief.
When I was a lil kid, I used to volunteer at the "Snack Shack" that was on the town's local soccer field. It was just a place that sold candy to all the kids and parents during soccer games. They made a lot of money. I stole about $200 one day. That wasn't the whole of it though.
When my mom came to pick me up, I told her that I had found $80 on the ground. I did this to cover for the inevitable occurence when she would notice the large influx of comic books that would follow. She saw RIGHT through this, of course. With tears in my eyes, I walked up to the snack shack and handed the money to some random volunteer and ran away.
I still had $120 though, and I spent it all on stupid shit that I never used. Mom never found out.
I'm not sure what it was, but I was traumatized by this. I never stole anything ever again.
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