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In grade 4, I had this bitch-teacher. She was a racist and always discriminated against me (in school marks and everything), so I hated her guts for it. She had this huge container of stickers on her desk, and every day I would steal anywhere from a couple to a dozen. I must have stolen over 200 stickers, at least. This went on for a little while, until one of my 'friends' found out, and looking for brownie points, told on me.
I had to write like 200 lines or something, meh.
It was all worth it. The satisfaction I got out of knowing I was stealthy enough to steal stuff from right under her nose that often was great. (sometimes she'd be sitting at her desk answering questions because of a huge lineup at her desk, and I'd strike - the stickers were like 2 feet away from her - I felt like James Bond, lol).
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