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When I was about 10, we came home to find FBI and SWAT cars and vans lining the street. Turns out they were looking for my neighbor in the woods and aroudn the neighborhood. My mom made me stay in the basement until it was over in case there was any shooting (I don't remember if this was before or after I ignored my mom's demand that I stay in the backyard while playing one day because "I wanted to see if that soudn was really gunshots")
Would you believe I live in one of the richest towns in the country (median home price in my neighborhood is over $700k) and not in a crime-infested city?
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