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When I was 2, me and my friend Corky were wandering about the neighborhood when we came to the alleyway behind Old Man Petersen's butchers shop. He was throwing out sausages! A few days out of date, sure, but perfectly edible. So Corky says, "Let's steal these sausages!", and so we did. Old Man Petersen chased us down the street and we ran as fast as we could, ropes of sausage in our mouths. We were too busy running to notice that big red pickup truck. I'll never forget Corky's yelp as the wheel ran over his leg, and the sausage dropped to the ground. Naturally, he was put down, as his leg was completely crushed and his owners couldn't afford to have it amputated. Stealing those sausages will always be my biggest regret.
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