Other People's Things.
My childhood thievery can be counted on one hand and includes loose change from my parents junk drawer (for 25¢ bags of potato chips), Revlon lipsticks from neighborhood drug stores, and my sister's middle school diary. The latter was my greatest and most depressing accomplishment because, first, I had to pry open the lock with minimal disguise (I tore into the cardboard cover to do it) and, second, I read things I didn't want to know - that her little sister was a big brat! At the time, a hard chip to swallow and an even bigger mess to clean up. Enjoy!
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