iamnotthethirdrevelation
I am walking down the street and I see several mints dropped on the tar. They are in unopened packages. I pick them up and store them in my pocket. A bit gross, I know.
Suddenly, a boy approaches from behind. He wants them back. I sigh and comply.
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