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After school, after football practice, every day for three years, John and I walked to the grocery store in our little town and bought candy, potato chips, and soda pop. It was a ceremony. We said hello to the old couple who owned the store, stepped into the walk-in cooler, grabbed our cold drinks, paid for them and our other snacks, and headed to John’s house or mine, depending on what our parents were planning to cook for dinner.

It was an average life for two average kids.

But, one day, in November of our senior year, John and I, as usual, stepped into the cooler and grabbed our favorite cans of pop. But then we looked at each other and we both had the same thought. I don’t know why it happened. Without saying a word, John and I grabbed three six-packs of soda and stuffed them into our duffle bags. Carrying the carbonated loot, we paid for our usual junk food, walked to John’s house, raced into his bedroom and celebrated. We drank all that pop and got wound up and stupid on sugar and caffeine. We could have stolen beer but we were athletes. And jocks did not get drunk in our school.

The next morning, we met up before school, and vowed to never do it again. One time was kind of innocent, but more than that would be criminal.

But after practice that night, we did it again. Then again the day after that. We shoplifted for a week.

The thrill and guilt grew bigger each time.

We joked and laughed with the old people who owned the store. We paid for five bucks of snacks as we stole twenty more.

Then I couldn’t do it anymore.

“John,” I said. “We have to stop. We’re going to get caught. They’ll kick us off the team. They might throw us out of school.”

“Just one more time,” he said. “Come on, Pete. They’re too old to catch us.”

“I can’t do it, man.”

“You’ve always been a wuss.”

I walked home alone while John went to the store. I thought he might text or call me after he left the store. I didn’t hear anything from him.

When I got to school the next morning, I immediately heard the bad news. John had been caught shoplifting. I knew they’d wonder how I was involved. John and I went everywhere together.

Halfway through first period, I was summoned to the principal’s office. He was there with the superintendent, the school counselor, and the football coach. It felt like an interrogation.

“Peter,” the principal said. “I’m sure you know why you’re here.”

“Because of John,” I said.

“Yes,” he said. “Did you know what he was doing? Were you involved?”

I wanted to tell the truth. I knew that I should confess. But it felt like I’d destroy my life by admitting to the crime. I wondered if John had already told them that I’d stolen nearly as often as he had. Did he do the right thing?

“Pete,” the principal asked again. “Were you involved in this?”

“No, sir,” I said.

They all studied my face. They knew I was lying. They wouldn’t let me get away with it.

“Okay, Pete,” the principal said. “John already told us he did it alone.”

I could tell they hadn’t believed him, either. But there was nothing they could do. I hadn’t confessed and John had denied that I was a thief, too. He was kicked off the football team, sentenced to community service picking up litter around town, and was suspended from school for a month.

During that month, he and I didn’t see each other. We didn’t call or text. We’d been constantly together for years but things had changed. I don’t know why he didn’t contact me. But I was too ashamed to talk to him. I’d let him take all the punishment. I kept playing football. I didn’t have to scoop up dog shit while my classmates watched. I wasn’t suspended. And my reputation wasn’t ruined. I wasn’t branded as a good kid gone bad. In fact, some people thought John had betrayed me by shoplifting and nearly getting me into trouble.

When John came back to school, he wouldn’t look at me. And I wouldn’t look at him. This silence went on for the rest of the year. We ignored each other at our graduation ceremony. Our parents ignored each other, too.

Late that night, at a kegger down by the river, we stood at separate campfires. I didn’t drink anything. But he got really drunk. I was worried for him. He caught me staring. He threw his beer into the fire and staggered up to me.

He grabbed me by my shirt and shook me.

“You aren’t who I thought you were,” he said.

“Neither are you,” I said.
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skool ke baad, footbal abhyaas ke baad, teen saal ke liye har din, jon or main apane chote shahar main kiraane kii dukaan par chale gaye or candi, aalu ke chips or soda pop kharida.yah ek samaaroh tha.hamane kaha ki store ke maalik hone vaale puraane jode ko namaste, walk-in cooler main kadam rakhaa, hamaare cold drinks ko pakad liya, unke or hamaare anya snacks ke liye bhugtan kiya, or jon ke ghar yaa khan kii ore rukh kiya, jo hamaare mata-pita khaanaa pakaane kii yojana bana rahe thediner ke liye.

yah do ausat bacchon ke liye ek ausat jivan tha.

lekin, ek din, hamaare varisht varsh ke november main, jon or main, hameshaa kii tarah, cooler main kadam rakhaa or pop ke hamaare pasandida dibbe ko pakad liya.lekin phir hamane ek -duusare ko dekha or ham donon ne ek hi vichaar kiya.mujhe nahin pataa ki aisa kyon hua.ek shabd kahe bina, jon or maine soda ke teen chah-pack pakad liye or unhen hamaare dafal bag main bhar diya.carbonated lut ko le jate hue, hamane apane saamaanya junk food ke liye bhugtan kiya, jon ke ghar chale gaye, apane bedroom main daud lagaai or manaaya.hamane vah sab pop piya or chini or caffeine par ghaav or bevakoof ho gaya.ham bear chura sakate the lekin ham athlete the.or Jocks hamaare skool main nashe main nahin mila.

agali subah, ham skool se pehle mili, or ise phir se kabhi nahin karne kii kasam khai.ek samay nirdosh tha, lekin isse adhik aapraadhik hoga.

lekin us raat abhyaas ke baad, hamane ise phir se kiya.uske baad phir se din.hamane ek saptaah ke liye kharidari kii.

har baar romaanch or aparaadh bada ho gaya.

hamane majaak kiya or puraane logon ke saath hansate hue, jinke paas store ke maalik the.hamane paanch rupee snacks ke liye bhugtan kiya kyonki hamane bees or churaae the.

tab main ab aisa nahin kar sakaa.

"jon," maine kaha.“hamen ruknaa hoga.ham pakade jane vaale hai.ve hamen team se dur kar denge.ve hamen skool se baahar nikaal sakate hai. ”

"bas ek or baar," unhone kaha.“chalo, peet.ve hamen pakadaney ke liye bahut puraane hai. ”

"main aisa nahin kar saktaa, yaar."

"aap hameshaa ek voos rahe hai."

jon akele ghar chalaa gaya, jabaki jon store main gaya.mujhe laga ki vah store chhodane ke baad mujhe text yaa kol kar saktaa he.maine usase kuch bhi nahin suna.

jab main agali subah skool gaya, to maine turant buree khabar suni.jon ko dukandaaree se pakadaa gaya tha.mujhe pataa tha ki ve aashcharyachakit hai ki main kaise shaamil tha.jon or main har jagah ek saath gaye.

pehali avadhi ke dauraan, mujhe principal ke karyaalay main bulaayaa gaya tha.vah adheekshak, skool counslar or footbal coach ke saath vahaan the.yah ek poochtacha kii tarah laga.

"peter," principal ne kaha."mujhe yakeen he ki aap jaanate hai ki aap yahan kyon hai."

"jon ke kaaran," maine kaha.

"haan," unhone kaha.“kya aap jaanate hai ki vah kya kar rahaa tha?kya aap shaamil the? ”

main sach bataanaa chahta tha.mujhe pataa tha ki mujhe kabool karnaa chahie.lekin aisa laga ki main aparaadh ko sweekaar karke apane jivan ko nasht kar duungaa.mujhe aashcharya hua ki kya jon ne unhen pehle hi bataaya tha ki main jitani baar chori kar chukaa tha, utani baar chori ho gai thi.kya usne sahi kaam kiya?

"peet," principal ne phir se poocha."kya aap isamen shaamil the?"

"nahin, sar," maine kaha.

ve sabhi mere chehre kaa adhyayan kiya.unhen pataa tha ki main jhooth bol rahaa hum.ve mujhe isse dur nahin hone denge.

"thik he, peet," principal ne kaha."jon ne pehle hi hamen bataaya ki usne ise akele kiya he."

main bataa saktaa tha ki ve us par vishwaas nahin kar rahe the, yaa to.lekin aisa kuch bhi nahin tha jo ve kar sakate the.maine kabool nahin kiya tha or jon ne is baat se inkaar kiya tha ki main ek chor bhi tha.unhen footbal team se baahar kar diya gaya tha, shahar ke chaaron ore kooday uthaane vaali saamudayik seva kii sajaa sunai gai thi, or ek maheene ke liye skool se nilambit kar diya gaya tha.

us maheene ke dauraan, unhone or maine ek -duusare ko nahin dekha.hamane kol yaa text nahin kiya.ham lagaataar varshon tak ek saath rahe lekin chijen badal gayi.mujhe nahin pataa ki usne mujhase sampark kyon nahin kiya.lekin mujhe usase baat karne main bahut shame aa rahi thi.maine use sari sajaa lene di.main footbal kheltaa rahaa.jab mere sahpaathiyon ne dekha, to mujhe kute kii gandagi ko schoop nahin karnaa padaa.mujhe nilambit nahin kiya gaya tha.or meri pratishtha barbaad nahin hui.main ek achche bachche ke rup main branded nahin tha.vastav main, kuch logon ne sochaa tha ki jon ne mujhe dukandaaree se dhokhaa diya tha or lagbhag mujhe pareshaani main daal diya tha.

jab jon skool waapas aayaa, to vah mujhe nahin dekhegaa.or main use nahin dekhuunga.yah chuppi shesh varsh ke liye chali gai.hamane apane snaatak samaaroh main ek -duusare ko nazarandaaj kar diya.hamaare mata -pita ne ek -duusare ko bhi nazarandaaj kar diya.

us raat der se, nadi ke neeche ek kegar par, ham alag -alag campfire main khadey the.maine kuch bhi nahin pi tha.lekin vah vastav main nashe main ho gaya.main uske liye chintit tha.usne mujhe ghoorte hue pakadaa.usne apni bear ko aag main phenk diya or mere upar dagamagaa gaya.

usne mujhe apni shart se pakad liya or mujhe hilaa diya.

"aap aisa nahin karte jo maine sochaa tha ki aap the," unhone kaha.

"na to tum ho," maine kaha.
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skool ke baad, footbal abhyaas ke baad, teen saal ke liye har din, jon or main apane chote shahar main kiraane kii dukaan par chale gaye or candi, aalu ke chips or soda pop kharida.yah ek samaaroh tha.hamane kaha ki store ke maalik hone vaale puraane jode ko namaste, walk-in cooler main kadam rakhaa, hamaare cold drinks ko pakad liya, unke or hamaare anya snacks ke liye bhugtan kiya, or jon ke ghar yaa khan kii ore rukh kiya, jo hamaare mata-pita khaanaa pakaane kii yojana bana rahe thediner ke liye.

yah do ausat bacchon ke liye ek ausat jivan tha.

lekin, ek din, hamaare varisht varsh ke november main, jon or main, hameshaa kii tarah, cooler main kadam rakhaa or pop ke hamaare pasandida dibbe ko pakad liya.lekin phir hamane ek -duusare ko dekha or ham donon ne ek hi vichaar kiya.mujhe nahin pataa ki aisa kyon hua.ek shabd kahe bina, jon or maine soda ke teen chah-pack pakad liye or unhen hamaare dafal bag main bhar diya.carbonated lut ko le jate hue, hamane apane saamaanya junk food ke liye bhugtan kiya, jon ke ghar chale gaye, apane bedroom main daud lagaai or manaaya.hamane vah sab pop piya or chini or caffeine par ghaav or bevakoof ho gaya.ham bear chura sakate the lekin ham athlete the.or Jocks hamaare skool main nashe main nahin mila.

agali subah, ham skool se pehle mili, or ise phir se kabhi nahin karne kii kasam khai.ek samay nirdosh tha, lekin isse adhik aapraadhik hoga.

lekin us raat abhyaas ke baad, hamane ise phir se kiya.uske baad phir se din.hamane ek saptaah ke liye kharidari kii.

har baar romaanch or aparaadh bada ho gaya.

hamane majaak kiya or puraane logon ke saath hansate hue, jinke paas store ke maalik the.hamane paanch rupee snacks ke liye bhugtan kiya kyonki hamane bees or churaae the.

tab main ab aisa nahin kar sakaa.

"jon," maine kaha.“hamen ruknaa hoga.ham pakade jane vaale hai.ve hamen team se dur kar denge.ve hamen skool se baahar nikaal sakate hai. ”

"bas ek or baar," unhone kaha.“chalo, peet.ve hamen pakadaney ke liye bahut puraane hai. ”

"main aisa nahin kar saktaa, yaar."

"aap hameshaa ek voos rahe hai."

jon akele ghar chalaa gaya, jabaki jon store main gaya.mujhe laga ki vah store chhodane ke baad mujhe text yaa kol kar saktaa he.maine usase kuch bhi nahin suna.

jab main agali subah skool gaya, to maine turant buree khabar suni.jon ko dukandaaree se pakadaa gaya tha.mujhe pataa tha ki ve aashcharyachakit hai ki main kaise shaamil tha.jon or main har jagah ek saath gaye.

pehali avadhi ke dauraan, mujhe principal ke karyaalay main bulaayaa gaya tha.vah adheekshak, skool counslar or footbal coach ke saath vahaan the.yah ek poochtacha kii tarah laga.

"peter," principal ne kaha."mujhe yakeen he ki aap jaanate hai ki aap yahan kyon hai."

"jon ke kaaran," maine kaha.

"haan," unhone kaha.“kya aap jaanate hai ki vah kya kar rahaa tha?kya aap shaamil the? ”

main sach bataanaa chahta tha.mujhe pataa tha ki mujhe kabool karnaa chahie.lekin aisa laga ki main aparaadh ko sweekaar karke apane jivan ko nasht kar duungaa.mujhe aashcharya hua ki kya jon ne unhen pehle hi bataaya tha ki main jitani baar chori kar chukaa tha, utani baar chori ho gai thi.kya usne sahi kaam kiya?

"peet," principal ne phir se poocha."kya aap isamen shaamil the?"

"nahin, sar," maine kaha.

ve sabhi mere chehre kaa adhyayan kiya.unhen pataa tha ki main jhooth bol rahaa hum.ve mujhe isse dur nahin hone denge.

"thik he, peet," principal ne kaha."jon ne pehle hi hamen bataaya ki usne ise akele kiya he."

main bataa saktaa tha ki ve us par vishwaas nahin kar rahe the, yaa to.lekin aisa kuch bhi nahin tha jo ve kar sakate the.maine kabool nahin kiya tha or jon ne is baat se inkaar kiya tha ki main ek chor bhi tha.unhen footbal team se baahar kar diya gaya tha, shahar ke chaaron ore kooday uthaane vaali saamudayik seva kii sajaa sunai gai thi, or ek maheene ke liye skool se nilambit kar diya gaya tha.

us maheene ke dauraan, unhone or maine ek -duusare ko nahin dekha.hamane kol yaa text nahin kiya.ham lagaataar varshon tak ek saath rahe lekin chijen badal gayi.mujhe nahin pataa ki usne mujhase sampark kyon nahin kiya.lekin mujhe usase baat karne main bahut shame aa rahi thi.maine use sari sajaa lene di.main footbal kheltaa rahaa.jab mere sahpaathiyon ne dekha, to mujhe kute kii gandagi ko schoop nahin karnaa padaa.mujhe nilambit nahin kiya gaya tha.or meri pratishtha barbaad nahin hui.main ek achche bachche ke rup main branded nahin tha.vastav main, kuch logon ne sochaa tha ki jon ne mujhe dukandaaree se dhokhaa diya tha or lagbhag mujhe pareshaani main daal diya tha.

jab jon skool waapas aayaa, to vah mujhe nahin dekhegaa.or main use nahin dekhuunga.yah chuppi shesh varsh ke liye chali gai.hamane apane snaatak samaaroh main ek -duusare ko nazarandaaj kar diya.hamaare mata -pita ne ek -duusare ko bhi nazarandaaj kar diya.

us raat der se, nadi ke neeche ek kegar par, ham alag -alag campfire main khadey the.maine kuch bhi nahin pi tha.lekin vah vastav main nashe main ho gaya.main uske liye chintit tha.usne mujhe ghoorte hue pakadaa.usne apni bear ko aag main phenk diya or mere upar dagamagaa gaya.

usne mujhe apni shart se pakad liya or mujhe hilaa diya.

"aap aisa nahin karte jo maine sochaa tha ki aap the," unhone kaha.

"na to tum ho," maine kaha.</s>
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