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I'm not a person who can stand idly by when I witness something that should not be transpiring.

It's just not in my makeup.

The other night I was sitting out front of my house.

It was Halloween night and my husband and I were prepping to give out candy to the handful

of trick-or-triggers we get every year.

We had our chair set up, the huge bowl of candy, and fun Halloween tunes playing in the background.

Everything was perfect.

The first wave of kids came and I was excited.

The year before, we had a grand total of five came and I was excited. The year before we had a

grand total of five kids and it was incredibly disappointing. This year seemed to be bigger and shaping

up to be a lot of fun. During one of the lulls where our block was empty, I saw something out of the

corner of my eye, a sort of flutter. Being dark outside and darting by so fast, it was hard to make

it out at first.

And then I saw what it was. My neighbor had run out of her house barefoot and was now standing in

the middle of the street under the light with her purse in her hand. Right on her heels was a man.

He was uttering something, but I couldn't make it out because he was slurring his words pretty

badly. My female neighbor had

flung her purse onto someone else's lawn and ran up a driveway that wasn't hers. The man went to her

purse and started rummaging through it, all the while they were yelling incoherently back and

forth to one another. Eventually the man whose name I do not know went back into my neighbor's home, purse in hand.

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