<...> studied in the eighth grade, I bring a diary to sign. Mom breathes and says, "It's time to learn to fake my signature, a big girl! "I have since signed the diary myself)
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I did not fake (honestly!) I had a signature in my diary, but for the sake of it, I learned to write the same as my mom. Habit gradually... And then it turned out that for some time he worked in the same factory as her, and even in the same department.
The bugs were flogged from two completely identical signatures in different lines of salary statements.