When I was six years old, give or take a couple, someone stole my white, scented eraser. It was white with a green crown, smelt divine and didn't taste too bad either. It has been bothering me ever since. So, if you have it, please return it, all is forgiven.
PS: While you are it, please return my half-eaten Parle G too.
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3 comments:
:) AWW
I stole this guy's fountain pen in school (because he was trying to act smart with me).
Strangely, I feel no remorse...in fact, it brings this sparkling giggly feeling back in my heart...like I have a secret.
You gifted one such moment to someone. Let go of the eraser now :-P
Did you go to school with me pencil thief?
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