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August 13, 2013
Another weight added itself to my conscience. Or should I say, I added it myself. Though, in a twisted way, I'd love to blame her for it. Going around with THAT in this concrete jungle - it's like wearing red at a funeral.

My skills have been honed for a score. I started when I was five. Of course, I did the easy ones first - inattentive people, crowded places, unnoticeable amounts.

Oh, I even strived to take only from those rich-looking targets.

But what little virtue I had was sloughed off when I started to feed mouths other than mine.