I first knew I wasn’t to be trusted around the age of five, when left with a babysitter who left me alone and I took an Oreo from the cookie jar shaped like an apple on the corner of our countertop. A cookie never tasted so good and so bad at the same time. My bum was worn thin from spankings already, for infractions too numerous to mention, but this is…
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