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When I was young…
… I egged a house.
Vandalism wasn’t really my thing, but we were bored one night and the brilliance of egging a house came to us. So we went to the store and bought the eggs. We went home and plotted how to stage the egging for maximum impact.
We snuck up.
Silent in the dark.
Adrenalin flowing.
Watching for signs of movement around us.
The night felt too still, as if our bodies were making the swooshing sound of cutting air.
Within seconds the job was done.
We rang the doorbell and ran.
From our hiding spot we could see the shocked, confused, pained faces.
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**Based on a true story**
