The temptation to take one and slip it in my pocket was wrong—so wrong. But it was so cute, and it needed a good home. It looked like a boy, maybe a girl. Flipping over for nimble fingers, I saw it was definitely a boy.
With bushy eyebrows, a beard, and hair swept back from the forehead, I named him Chewbacca and reached to put him in my pocket. Chewy chirped and licked my hand, causing me to detour and nuzzle him to my chest.
"Would you like an adoption application?
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Prompt: What would you shoplift?
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