I tried to walk out of the liquor store as fast as I could without raising any suspicion. I was in the back of the store, several aisles away from the double sliding doors: the doors that led to relief. Beads of sweat slowly appeared on my forehead as I began to think about my path out of the store. After carefully mapping out my escape route, I give a small sigh. It was more …showed first 75 words of 468 total…

…showed last 75 words of 468 total…and marched back into the liquor store. I walked right to the back of the store, where I had started. My hands were in my pocket, wrapped around a foreign object. I take it out of my pocket and put it back on the stand. Finally, after all that aggravation, the deed has been reversed. The gum is back where it belongs. A huge weight has been lifted. I swear I will never shoplift again.