when i was 10, my classmate who loved to collect stones and s**t, brought all of his stones to school to show them off to everyone.
i had this really bad idea that if i stole one of the most expensive stones and made him cry, i could cheer him up by saying i "found the stone".
i had this really big crush on him, so i thought that if i magically "found it" he would fall in love with me.
so, i stole it (keep in mind it was worth like 30 dollars), but he didn't cry, he actually got really pissed off and had this mental breakdown in class smashing stuff.
soo.. i got scared and kept the stone and ended up giving it to my mom later that day.
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no one ever found out.. that poor boy.