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The guy who owned the place I live in now was wanted by both the police and the bad guys. About a week after we had moved in, a cop came by and told us to change the locks (already done!), not to open the door for strangers and generally keep an eye out. There actually was a clearly visible path in the backyard lawn where he used to sneak away from the ones looking for him. It faded after about a year.
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