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When I was in middle school on a band trip, my friend and I stole some bobby pins from a local dime store. A store detective spotted us from about 500 yards away. He marched us up to the front of the store and bawled us out in front of about 100 people. Or so it seemed. I was mortified. But he let us go. I never stole anything again.
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