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I stole a Mr. Goodbar when I was four years old. My mother realized as we were walking home from the market, and marched me right back to the checkout register. She asked the proprietor if he wanted me to be incarcerated "down at juvie". After what seemed like an hour he said an apology would suffice. I was of course in tears at that point and apologized profusely.

That interaction brought my life of crime to an abrupt halt.

Thanks, mom. And, thank you Mr. Owner of the market.

Boomers man.

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