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My husband’s 8-month old torn and dirty running shoes were missing – “stolen” maybe – this morning. I have instructed Jeff to leave his shoes, because they’re always dirty, just outside our door so I won’t have to clean the shoe closet every so often. This, he has been doing for the past three weeks. I’m sure his shoes, and my umbrella which I had used in the rain the day before and left to dry, were outside the door when we left for our marriage retreat in Garmisch on Wednesday morning. We live in a highly secured military base. Safeguarded from potential enemies in the outside world but not safe from our very own neighbors. Over a month ago, a soldier impatiently knocked on my door. Apparently, his PT (physical training) uniform which he had left to dry in the basement was no longer in the dryer. Somone, most likely, from our building brazenly stole his clothes and he made sure everyone knew by knocking in every door. At that time, I thought it was only an isolated incident. I even laughed at it. This morning I’m convinced there is a thief on the loose. I guess, whoever he/she may be, I had helped in some ways by giving an opportunity to steal something. Lesson learned today: BEWARE.
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