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Let's crack on with today's first story.

And before we do get into today's first story, I just want to give

you a quick warning that it does involve home invasion. So if you do want to skip the story,

please feel free to do so. Time stamps are always in the description and along the timeline

below. Let's crack on with it. And our first story comes from Exigen's who says,

I went on a date with a guy who tried to

rob me. I can't possibly tell anyone I know about this story, so here it goes. Two years ago,

I returned home from my father's funeral. As soon as I opened the door to my apartment,

a guy holding a crowbar came out from my kitchen holding my TV. I live in the city

so robberies are common. The guy began shouting at me and he clumsily dropped my TV and began

holding the crowbar like it was a baseball bat. I was so stunned that what was happening that I didn't

move. The guy screamed at me to empty my pockets. From the stress of the last

few days with my father passing away, I simply started crying, not out of fear of what was

happening, but because this was literally the worst time of my life. The worst moment. It was

minute and second. While crying hysterically, I gave the guy my wallet. I just sat on my floor

and hugged my knees and told him through my tears to take whatever you want. He hesitated,

look down at me. He dropped my wallet and sat down beside me. Immediately he began to comfort me.

He began to apologize. He put my TV back on the table and told me it

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