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by boucher
5438 days ago
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The first time my home was robbed (while I was sleeping upstairs), the perpetrators did a whole bunch of bizarre things, like taking a jar of pickles out of the fridge and leaving them on the front porch and taking the laundry detergent from our laundry room and pouring it out in the back yard. In an unrelated story, I happened to be moving out of that apartment the same day. And the very next day my new apartment also got robbed. |
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