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You can't steal what should be free.

- I love a good steal.
- Love to reveal the theft.
That's what I said.

When I at eight o'clock in the morning jumped up like a madman, and had his forehead with hand, then immediately Wake up the General, who was sleeping the sleep of innocence. Taking into consideration the strange disappearance Ferdishenko that alone aroused in us the suspicion, we both immediately decided to search Keller, who was lying like a... like a... almost like a nail-S. Searched completely: in my pockets not one penny and not even a pocket full of holes was not found. Handkerchief blue plaid, paper, in a state of indecent-p Next one love note, from a maid, demanding money and threats, and scraps of known skit-S. the General has decided that innocent. For complete information, we him woke, hardly potolkalis; barely realized it; opened his mouth, kind of drunk, facial expression, absurd and innocent, even silly, not him!

- Time was running out, so I decided, well, to take this thing myself.
- To steal, or what?
- I will not dispute terminology...

I wasn't expecting your call surprised and pleased, miss Bo...
- Please no names.
- Maybe to preserve the secrecy grab a bottle to me...
- We have a business meeting. I need a man who would have been your talent and experience, Mr...
- Shh! Please, no names.
- How do you feel about having to take Luggage?
- What?
- Steal.
- Steal? Ah! Understand, simply to steal.

So, when a young nobleman steals jewellery we call such theft "kleptomania", talking about it with a philosophical smile, and never even think about to send him to reform school, like a little beggar caught stealing a turnip.

Powerful countries taking advantage of weaker countries the Capitalists are just cashing in on the working class, and politicians are cashing in on the townspeople. Worldwide someone someone steals. They take little by little, so much so that nobody noticed...

Looking back, I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't come to save me? If I was stolen, like all the other "cute things" and locked in a box of useless trinkets?

Theft is the best compliment you can make things.

... Who steals my purse steals my right to life. The old adage inside out... Because he steals my bread, and my piece of meat, and my bed, and thereby endangering my life. You know that soup and bread are handed out free to the poor, enough not at all hungry, and when you have an empty wallet, it remains nothing how to die a dog's death... if it is not contrived in some way quickly your wallet to fill up.

To have and not to give sometimes worse than to steal.

- What happened?
- Stealing the bride.
Stole the bride?! Where Is Pablo?
- Stole a motorcycle.

Theft is a direct road to prison, and the explanations are awfully tedious and time-consuming, you have to lie, and as a result it often happens that you sit in the same prison, so well them to hell!

When in between classes was lunch, I walked into the dining room where there was a huge choice of cold and hot food, and filled his tray. When I approached the checkout, I was pretending to have forgotten something and came back to the rows of food, went-went, and in the end quietly departed from there with food. I was never caught. Hillel often came to me and joined because he too suffered from lack of money. Those Lunches with him was probably the most joyous moments of my College education.