You took the most important firsts from me with filthy hands and no intention to give them back, and this was a mistake.
I was too anxious to lose things that I lost, and so while you were a thief, you took from a victim that did not even know you were disguised. I simply thought you were borrowing them.
Since you've been free and unpunished, I have been searching for some type of recompense, but all I've found is sadness. That is until I was awarded the perfect second chance. Though I was so much more alert and afraid, this chance showed me that not all boys are thieves.