Confessions of a Thief

I'm pretty sure everyone knows I'm a klepto. But I just love to confess to it; I think maybe it'll absolve me of my responsibility for taking pens or post-its or the little stainless steel sauce cups they bring ketchup in at restaurants.

Confession: When the batteries run low in my mouse at work, I just trade them out with the batteries in my coworkers mouse.

Leaving theirs dead. Yes.

I'm a monster.

I know.

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