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Many years ago, in school we had trays where we put some of our belongings, books and crafts.
Ok, so one day, me, age 6, found a book that we Not mine titled "bread" in my tray. I didn't know who's it was, or what to do, so naturally I left it there, hidden under a painting so I didn't need to face my guilt.
For months it sat there, untouched until 6 year old me realised one thing. It was almost the end of the year. Andd if I was caught with bread the library book which was not mine, I might have gotten into trouble which was my worst nightmare at that age.
So I plotted. I needed to get rid of the evidence. So I selected someone in my class who I thought the teachers would believe had kept the book, and a few days before we had to clear out our trays, I held "Bread" in my small, shaky arms and slipped it in their tray.
Then I ran (or walked quickly) away from the crime scene, busying myself with clearing out the rest of my tray, the burden of "Bread" finally lifted from my 6 year old shoulders. The day passed without event and the teacher probably returned the holder of my guilt, the watcher if my crime, to its rightful place in the school library. To this day I still don't know the fate of my oldest arch nemesis, "Bread"
