Stealing From The Ex's
I'm going to admit something here, blogettes.
I'm letting it go, freeing myself from the burden of the secret.
I stole something from my ex.
Value: about $10.
When I left his place the last time, I looked at it, thought I think I deserve that, and I swiped it. Shoved it in a bag, and walked out the door. Consider it palimony.
I'm looking at it right now, it's sitting right here. It's totally not mine, it was wrong for me to take it. And he ain't getting it back. Ha HA!
I say this because THAT ONE GUY FROM TEXAS STILL HAS MY FAVORITE SHIRT, which I am in the mood to wear today. But it magically disappeared one day, after I wore it to his house and changed clothes, leaving it somewhere in his room.
He loved that shirt.
I would catch him gazing hungrily at that shirt, while asking "Where did you get it?" and undoubtedly plotting its abduction. But it's irreplacable, you can't get them anymore.
It's been 2 years, I probably won't ever see it again. But still...I want that shirt back.
Asshole.
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What have you stolen?
I know you have SOMETHING.