I stole a snow globe from an airport gift shop when I was 4, and then when I was 6 I found out what stealing was and that it was bad, and i had nightmares about the police coming to get me every night for 3 months until my parents finally brought me to a therapist and he made them buy plane tickets just so that I could return the snow globe that i’d stolen 2 years earlier. The manager thought it was so funny that he sends me snow globes every year on the “steal-iverasary”

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omfg what a story…

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