One Hour

One Hour.

Sixty Minutes.

That is how long it took after David got home from safe bed before he stole something.

“I found it…”

“I don’t know how that got in my pocket”


At safe bed, he was evidently upset with staff.  He had to eat in his bedroom, as he didn’t have privileges to eat with everyone else.  So, he put all of his food down a heat register.  Tomato soup.  Indian Taco. Yum.

When asked why?  He responded… “I was feeding the pet rats.”

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