When I was 11, my neighbor was a friendly teacher. We played an adventure game, exploring behind apartments for discarded items. One day, we found a purple bra and some clothes drying from her window. We played with it, helicoptering and burying it. A week later, we tried to make her clothes fall but failed. Eventually, we got another white bra, played with it, and buried it without stealing anything else. Now, I feel guilty for taking from her. Five years later, she got married and moved out. Whenever she saw my mom or sister, she asked about my politeness. Recently, I saw her again; she was cheerful and kind. I still feel guilty about the theft.
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