“Gross, Julie, what are we getting here—pull-on pants? A washer/dryer? It’s not going to fit into the bag.” “Open the other one, it’s emptier.” “You know I’m not supposed to shoplift anymore.” “Don’t take that, idiot! It has a sensor.” He worked his way into power tools hoping that between chain saws he’d see them. At the end of the row he poked his head around the corner. There were three girls with what he and his wife called big hair. One of them slowly turned around and dropped a blender into her shopping bag. It was Julie, his neighbors’ daughter, his Saturday-evening babysitter. “Gross, a blender. What do you need that for?” “I can make diet drinks in my room. Besides, eventually Christmas will come and I’ll need presents,” Julie said. “A blender is good. No one would ever steal a blender,”
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