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Our Neighbor, The Thief

So every year without fail in January there is a massive rain that causes a flash food which always, always happens on trash day. Do you know what this means? It means all of our garbage cans flash flood themselves down the street. Thinking I would be smart this year I wrote my address on both of my garbage cans. When I got home sure enough the cans had washed away and I had to go searching for my cans. It wasn't hard as everyone got home before me so there were only a few cans lefts. I found my black one near my house but I couldn't find my blue one. After walking up and down the street I figured someone took it. So I walked up a neighbor's driveway determined to find it. I found it at the first house I looked at. There was my cracked blue garbage can in my neighbors driveway. I knew it was mine becsaue mine had a unique crack in the lid. I was about to take it when I noticed that he had wiped my address off f the bin. I could see my sharpie marks where he wiped. He purposely stole my can! I was going to take it but figured that one of the extra bins in the road was just as well. I would have had to lug it down the big hill of his driveway. So I went and took one with no crack in the lid. I really don't care about what can I have but the fact that he took mine and wiped off my address left a bad taste in my mouth. Now overtime I see him I think "Thief."
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