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Right after I moved to Vegas I had somone try to break in.
I was still in bed about 10am, someone started ringing the doorbell, since I didn't answer the door they figured I wasn't home. They kept ringing the damn doorbell, and it pissed me off, so I got up, put my pants on and started down the stairs just in time to see someone on the back porch trying to pry the window open. Before I could get out the back he saw me coming and took off. I'm so fat and out of shape I couldn't catch him. If it would have happened the day before no one would have been home.
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