When I was sixteen, my friend Carl and I stole some money from his older brother, Wade. About twelve bucks. The money was sitting on the dresser in Wade's room, so we grabbed the money and rode our bikes to a taco place around midnight. We ate the tacos, drank some horchata, then rode back home. I knew we shouldn't have done it, but it was fun. When we got back to the house, we watched Small Soldiers and hung out. Wade came into the room and sternly asked where his money was. Carl didn't say anything. Wade looked at me. Something in his eyes made me tell the truth.
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