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I used to think about my car getting broken into all the time, I used to even dream about finding my window in shards of glass on the ground... to actually have it happen makes me wonder if what I was once told is true... if you think about it enough, it will happen...
I guess subconsciously we make decisions that lead us to that moment we dread or yearn for..
Still, I cant believe it happened... maybe it was my turn to suffer some of what was coming to me. For things I did that would be considered wrong or unjust over the last few years... it's not as bad as it could have been; they only took (replaceable) things... and those people will never take the memories that are attached to those items... nor will they take away the moment that L held me after we found the mess...
Perhaps I deserved this, perhaps not. I guess I'll never know and I honestly don't want to know, nor do I care... those people may never be caught, but perhaps some day they will feel that pang of loss deep inside like I did this morning...
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