Still, I presisted in such escapades as stealing everyone a Christmas present, and I could put them under the tree with a real sense of giving. Buying a present, I told myself, meant budgeting your love with money. When you stole one, you were risking everything just to see new earrings on your sister’s ears.
— Barry Farrell, The Ghost of Shoplifting Past
Donn, fragments 
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