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.
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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