When I was 12 years old, I stole something for the first time in my life. It was not for fun or rebellion. I stole flowers because my mother had died, and I wanted something beautiful to place on her grave.
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When I was 12 years old, I stole something for the first time in my life. It was not for fun or rebellion. I stole flowers because my mother had died, and I wanted something beautiful to place on her grave.