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			<title>Earl Taylor posted a Writing.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I used to be addicted to stealing. At some point it was out of control.  I would steal anything from pins to full boxes of merchandise. But one bad day put my bad habit all to an end. This habit all started my 9th grade year. After school my friend john and I overheard our friends talking about stealing from a local store. The six of them asked if we wanted to go. We said that we weren&#039;t sure about it. They said that if you&#8217;re really cool you&#8217;ll come with us. That was more than enough to persuade us to go along with them. After class of all eight of us walked down the street into the store with empty backpacks. On the way there we all made a bet. The bet was the person to steal the most wins half of everyone&#8217;s stuff. Once we walked in to the store I was terrified. But my competitive spirit wouldn&#039;t let me lose. The store employees told all of us to leave our bags at the door. I left my books next to my bag. I put my bag in a corner by the candy isle. I left my bag half opened enough for me to put stuff in and so no one would see it. I just started walking around the store looking for things I wanted. I made small talking with the employers asking them if they liked there job, and if they were hiring. After that I just started going crazy. I was grabbing everything from candy to headphones to Pok&#233;mon cards. I didn&#039;t even like Pok&#233;mon cards but if it fitted in my bag I was getting it.  When it got to the point that every pocket in my bag was full, I started stuff my pockets. Then I even started shoving stuff on my belt line. When it was time to leave my friends and I left the store one at a time.  I grabbed my backpack and left. When I got outside my friends and started bragging. I had stolen the most things so I had won. After we announced the winner I realized I left my books in the store. I had walked in a left my bag outside the store. When I walked in I noticed that all the people in the store we on register. So I walked to the candy isle again just because. Then I saw a box of nerd. Instead of grabbing just one box of nerds I grabbed the box that was holding the box of nerds. And I walked out the store with my back to the door, sticking my tongue out at the workers as they were too busy doing their job to pay attention to me. I grabbed my bag and the nerds and walked to see my friends. They were astonished by the amount of things I had brought them. They treated me like royalty giving my high fives and jumping around. They started calling me the king thieves. And we would continue to do this every day after school. And I would always win.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Thu, 09 Oct 2014 15:05:05 +0000</pubDate>
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