In 1987 I stole 40$ from my grandmothers purse. I suppose there were extenuating circumstance if you want to call them that. Well there was a girl. Actually in this situation two girls but it all started with one; the same girl that most of my troubles started with during that period of my life. Her name was Heather; she was half Korean and half French. She had endless red black curls that covered us like a curtain when she was above me. We were together for a year and a half which is nearly forever in high school. I was smitten and she had more influence over me than was healthy. Oops gotta go. And later (tonight?) the rest of the story.
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