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I looked at all the candy I could buy. I had the dollar, right here in my hand, but suddenly I didn’t feel hungry. I wished that I hadn’t stolen the dollar. I wished that I hadn’t taken the money from my brother’s bank.
“I don’t think I want to buy anything today,” I muttered quickly to the clerk. Then I ran from the store. I had learned something important—it’s better to be honest than to have money.
What is better to be honest than to have money?