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I had two guns stolen out of my apartment a few years ago while away for a long weekend. The theif knew where the guns were hidden (quite well, I might add). I called the police and filled out the necessary paperwork, but like you it wasn't the loss of the guns that so bothered me, it was the knowledge that I had been violated, betrayed, and my trust had been broken by someone I knew personally.
I never did find out who was responsible, and had to make a conscious effort to get over it. The last thing I needed was to become suspicious and distrustful of all my friends.
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Skwerl. Its wuts fer dinner.
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