It was one of the few sunny, warm days in the beginning of July.
Kurt and I, along with some other kids from our street, were running to the town park.
Our parents told us not to go there, that the gypsies came and that they'd kidnap us if we come to close, but of course, we didn't believe them, and of course, we had to see the gypsies ourselves.
But maybe we should have believed them.
Because they were true.
Of course Kurt and I, the legendary duo, now I think we might have liked each other a little bit, were challenging each other to do this, to say that, and so.
But then he said something that doomed me for the rest of my life.
He dared me to steal the old gypsy's massive golden necklace.
And I, though not being chicken but being stupid, stole it.
Or at least tried to do so.
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