"Just take some out of your Mom's purse," he shrugs. He says this like I'm stupid for not considering such an obvious solution. I know her purse is right beside the couch. Hanging open. You can see the change inside when you pass by. I am seared with guilt the first time I take some money. It bothers me, and even after I've secured some candy and played a videogame, I still have a lingering sense of self-loathing and shame. The deed haunts me for days afterward. But I discover that the conscience is a malleable thing. The second time I swipe money, it's a little easier. Each time, the guilt is
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