The strangest thing I ever stole
Was a chip.
One chip.
From my brother.
He cried and then got angry,
Then went to the shop to replace it.
It didn't happen.
I didn't steal a chip.
I was lying.
I stole a minute from your precious life,
And you want it back.
But you can't get it back.
You've lost out.
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