I'll start. I had a phase as a teenager where for an entire summer I got hooked on shoplifting! I stole stupid shit, like greeting cards or notebooks or calendars or pens. I didn't use any of it, but just let it accumulate in a box in our garage. I did it for the thrill, knowing I could be caught at any time. Well, eventually I was. It was a local pharmacy owned by a friend of my father. He caught me red-handed (with scented votive candles in my jacket!) and had my dad come get me. I ended up sweeping the pharmacy's sidewalks, cleaning the employee toilet, and vacuuming their floor before closing time, i.e. it was like an after school job except that my labor was slowly paying off my debt. I'm glad they handled it the way they did because it turned me around and I've never stolen anything since. But I will *never* tell anyone about it...except on DL, of course.
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