ratbastid

This weekend I was in Atlanta for a training weekend. A handful of us went to lunch at a Malaysian restaurant nearby, which was delicious and as far as that goes, I recommend it. We headed back over to the center where the weekend was being held, opened up the back of the rented van we were in, and... the bags we'd put back there weren't there.

At first it was like a magic trick, you know? The pea wasn't under the shell, and we were like, "How'd that happen? Where'd they go?" And then it dawned on us that they'd been stolen.

And the five of us stood there and looked at the empty back of the van. As if maybe if we just stood there and looked long enough, the bags will somehow just materialize there. Like one of us is going to finally say, "Oh, look. There they are!" I've seen people stare like that at a flat tire, or a car wheel that's stuck down in a ditch, as if the power of their gaze might be able to levitate the car up out of that darned ditch... It's the final expression of complete powerlessness.

I pointed this out, after a few minutes of staring, and we all sort of blinked, and somebody shut the hatch of the van. It was then that we noticed that the lock had obviously been forced--the key hole was bent and twisted.

There were three bags taken, total. Two of them, including mine, had laptop computers in them.

I also lost... My palm pilot, my binder full of materials for the weekend, a blue Starbucks coffee mug, a pack of rechargeable AA batteries, a pack of gum... I know this inventory because at some point Saturday afternoon and all day Sunday, I reached for one or more of those things and went... "Damn." I spent the rest of the weekend keeping my calendar and notes on a stupid little 3" by 5" pad of white paper.

Once we all sort of got our head around the fact that our bags had been stolen and we'd called the police, my buddy who also lost a laptop got all hot to go back to the restaurant and ask around... or look around... or.. just stand there... I wasn't real clear what he had in mind, frankly, so I didn't go. I was pretty sure that whoever had our stuff had an ample head-start on us, and that anything not immediately hockable was in a dumpster somewhere not far from where we had been parked. They met the police over there and made a report, and gave the officer my info. He's supposed to contact me soon.

Yesterday I had a conversation with my friendly neighborhood Claims Adjuster who took my information and promised paperwork was on its way. I have every expectation that my homeowners insurance will come through for me and I'll be back in the laptop-and-palm-pilot game. But it likely won't be for 30 days or so. In the meantime, I'm deskbound.


Okay, so take my mind off it! What's your "being stolen from" story?

Cynthetiq

hmmm.. i'm more of a "you won't steal from me" story...

When I have my laptop with me travelling. I don't let it leave my side. I used to use a postmaster's chain and tied it to my bag and a belt loop. It was given to me by a homeless person who said that I would need it more than he would. I also never left it because my laptop insurance only place not covered was unattended vehicle.

Malaysian food... mmmmm... Roti Pratha. If you didn't get that, get it next time.

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maleficent

Too freakin' many...

I had just moved into my new apartment, well new for me, and the concept of insuring my belongings was foreign to me. I didn't have a hell of a lot either, the basics, television set, (old), vcr (old) book box that I had since college.

The theives broke in thru a locked kitchen window, and left a very clear but very useless handprint on the window stole all that -- plus about 30 prerecorded video tapes, a leather jacket (my only winter coat), my grandmothers emerald earrings which had sentimental value but no real monetary value and left me with my bed and clock radio-- and that's cause the radio was under a towel.

And they also had theballs to go thru my change jar and take all but the pennies... knocked over on the floor.

I remember calling 911, after first calling the police station first and being told to call 911, and in true 911 fashion, I was left on hold for 7 minutes, then when the operator came on the line, she asked if the burglers were still in the apartment (yes, they are standing behind me making me call you)

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A few years back I was on the metroliner from NY to DC -wasnt a crowded train so i didn't have a seatmate. I had my palm pilot and my cell phone on top of my bag, and I fell asleep on the train -- when i woke up -- my phone (and of course every phone number I had ever had), my palm, and a Mont Blanc pen were all gone...

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I was taking an afternoon nap in my office/apartment on my family's mushroom farm, where I was the operations manager. Many operations were 24/7, so I would catch some sleep when possible.

I had a complete audio/video/sound synthesis/computer production studio in this space.

When I woke up from the nap. Much of that was simply gone. Many pieces of expensive equipment and ongoing work, of course, had disappeared and it had all occurred while I slept through the break in and the robbery.

It was all insured and I got back most of the items at current prices and with the more current set of upgraded features, but it was a very surreal experience.

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sadistikdreams

It's not my story, its my dads.

He works for a group home (mentally disabled) and he always brings this bag.
Him and some of the staff and the "clients" went to the local Zoo. They went in the company van, and parked in near the fence of the Zoo. Dad left his bag in the bag when they went to the zoo. They left the zoo, and there were some black kids in the van, stealing shit. My dad was on the other side of the fence, and said "HEY! YOU BETTER FUCKING DROP THAT BAG!" The kids weren't responding, so it took some quick thinking, and dad said "HEY! I KNOW YOUR MOM! IM GONNA CALL HER UP IF YOU DON'T FUCKING DROP MY BAG!"

The kids got scared as fuck, and ran off, leaving his bag.

The funny thing is, there wasn't anything important in the bag. It's just the principle.

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Charlatan

Ratbastid... that really sucks... I know that sinking feeling quite well.

My first experience with this was when my first bike was stolen from the parking garage where I lived about 10 years ago... I loved my bike. It was my main form of transport. It wasn't fancy or, to my thinking, worth stealing. But when I went down to get it one morning it was gone.

I had the same vacant stare... did I lock it up outside? Did I leave it at the cinema (where I used to work)? Then the slow creep of realization and the warm feeling of anger seeps in...


The next time I experienced these feelings was when my house was broken into a couple of years ago... I returned home with my wife and son to find our front room all in a shambles... at first I thought the house was just messy but then I realized it had been ransacked.

They got my laptop, a DVD player, some jewelry, and most sickeningly they swiped my (at the time) 6-year-old son's piggy bank. The bastard even stubbed out a cigarette on our rug in front of the TV...

It turns out he broke in by jimmying the sliding doors from the upstairs deck (it leads to my son's room).

We called the cops and they were there in minutes (turns out our area is a hotspot for break ins). They dusted for prints but found none and took our report. The insurance adjuster was there the next day and handed me a cheque on the spot for everything...

They also sent over a repairperson to fix the sliding door.


The feeling of helplessness and violation was great. I slept with a bokken beside my bed for weeks after and had an alarm system installed within the week.

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Supple Cow

When I was in the 8th grade, I left my backpack on top of the lockers during P.E. because it didn't fit in my locker that particular day (my lunch was in a very tall tupperware). Our gym teachers were always telling us not to do it, but at the time it seemed like a smaller risk to leave it for 37 minutes than to find some other safe place to put it and get marked tardy for class. When I got back, it was still there, but hours later I discovered that my wallet and pocket locker (I'll explain what this is in a second) had been ripped off.

My favorite Sanrio character wallet, and the $40 and $60 gift certificate to my favorite clothing store inside were all very recently acquired as Christmas gifts. The pocket locker, a password-protected PDA designed for little girls to keep their secrets and homework reminders in, was almost new as well. It was new enough for me to not have figured out the password function yet, but not new enough to not have all of my secret little thoughts about the boy I had a crush on stored within.

I didn't know what was worse - losing the secrets, the money, the fun stuff, or the trust of my family and gym teacher by leaving my backpack where they all told me not to.

It wasn't a laptop or anything else that expensive, but it felt like a pretty bad situation being a 13-year-old girl and all.

The 30 days will fly by.

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Cynthetiq

Okay going back back in time...

when waterparks were more localized.... I was at the local waterslide and had some new shoes. They had gotten rid of the lockers so I put my shoes on the side and went sliding.

came back shoes were gone. I had to walk home barefoot about 2 miles.

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bike stolen from in front of my house, becuase I was stupid and forgot to put it in the garage.

I told the local gang bangers that someone stole it from the front yard. A few days later I had my bike back and a nice story about how they beat the hell out of the theif.

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sailor

Ratbastid, sorry to hear about your weekend Guess I know why it took a little bit to hear from you

Knock on wood, I dont really have any stories.

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Halx

One day I let my sister ride my BMX bike to work. She had to walk home. I was so disappointed because I really liked that bike.

My dad's car (which later came to be MY car) got stolen once. Surprisingly, it was recovered with no damage or parts missing.

One of my friends who I used to game with online had his entire apartment cleared out by (he suspected) his ex girlfriend. He had the best computer you could imagine back in 2000... all gone.

That's all I got.

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useful

I know your mom, LOL, gonna use that one when I'm older.

Bim

It was about nine years ago, and my mom got her tax money in. So we went out and bought some nice stuff, she bought me a SNES with a couple of games, some new clothes and some toys of some sort. She got her self a new leather jacket ( she has lots of them i dont know why), some jewlery, a new reciver, and some other things for the house.

-skip ahead a couple of days-

My mom picks me up from school and we get home. I went right to the door and used my key, door opened and i went inside. My mom soon followed. i was walking past the couch, and i look to the floor. I see my clarinet in shambles all on the floor, the peices of it were out of the case like some one shuffled through it. If you don't know clarinets come apart in peices for storage, so it wasnt broken. So I stop and look twards the T.V and my SNES is missing. Then i look to where the reciver was (it was still in its box) that was gone too. My mom noticed too and we ran up stairs, she look for her jewlery, and that was gone. And all of her leather jackets were too. She had like eight of them.

My mom called the police and they came over to check things out. They took her report and left. So we went back up stairs and noticed on top of her clothes there was this grainy white stuff. We looked up and saw a crawl space door. So I got high enough and sure enough I could push it open. There was this HUGE open area there, aperantly they need these spaces for fire protection or some thing. Any ways, thats how they got in to our house. It was our neighbors.

So my mom got ahold of the police again, and they said they couldn't do anything about it or some BS like that. All i rember is my mom being super pissed for quite some time. And we never got anythign back, or compinsation.

-heres another story-

My mom and I are stillliving in teh same house we got robbed from, we didnt want to be there anymore but it was the cheapest place to live for us in reno. Any ways, my mom wants to get a little dog for us. So we go dog hunting, and come across this cute little pomeranian puppy, all black and fluffy uber cute.

We have this puppy for about 4 months, we named her Kaluwa (after the Alcohol, I forgot how to spell it). We are both out side the condo, its nice and sunny and im playing with the dog, shes running around chasing a ball.
I get up and go inside for a bio-break, and on my way out i see my mom come in and get the camera and look for somethign else, i go get a soda. We both end up leaving at the same time. had to have been only like 30 seconds at the least that the dog was by her self. We went out side and there was no dog. We called her and called her... nothing. we looked for a couple of hours, drove up and downt eh street... nothing. Some one stole our dog.

To this day i still can't comprehend how some one could not report in a missing dog, or atempt to look for owners. Thats like stealing someones kid. We checked pounds and papers for a long while after that, but never found her.

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laconic1

Last summer the stereo was stolen out of my car. I went out to my car one morning, saw the lock cylinder was turned about 1/4 turn from where it should have been and knew before I even opened the door that my stereo was gone. At least the thieving bastard did a clean job of breaking in and didn't bust a window or totally screw up the paint. The loss didn't even meet the deductible on my parents homeowners insurance, and I have a crappy stock deck to this day as a result. I still get pissed about it when everything on the radio sucks and I can't pop in a cd.

maleficent

About a year ago, I was in the laundry room in my apartment complex and had just washed a very pretty antique looking (but not antique) quilt (that I had bought in Lancaster PA, and a bunch of brand new towels.

Washed the towels and quilt and threw them in the dryer.

Locked the laundry room door as I left to go back to my apartment to do some stuff -

45 minutes later (dryer takes 60) I came back - -door was open, dryer doors were open, and my quilt and towels were no where to be seen.

Ooooh was I ticked off...

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sailor

Thats just wrong... Who the hell steals towels?!?

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KellyC

The last time somebody ever stole from me is back in 7th grade, it was my bike. I had to walk home for the rest of the school year, which sucks big time. Stealings doesn't happen to me a lot, but me losing crap, it happens all the time.

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animosity

(little info: I went to a private high school that did not allow meat to be eaten there & they had dorms that 80% of the students stayed in)

When I was a sophomore I worked mornings at chick-fil-a & I'd take the left over breakfast food(chicken biscuits mostly) and sell it at my school. I had a guy who sold them for me in the dorms(I lived off campus) and his payment was 25% of what he sold... Well this lasted about 2 weeks untill I caught him skimming off the top. After that I shut the whole thing down, which was a shame because I was making about 30-40$ a day just for myself.... I hate it when people try to steal from me...

oh and I wasnt stealing that food from my work... the operator let me take the food.

cj2112

My parents had purchased a pretty nice used El Camino. One morning my step-dad goes out and it's gone. They did not have theft insurance so they were out of luck. They report it stolen, the police take the report and tell them that chances of recovering the vehicle are slim.
Fast forward 11-1/2 years later....my parents have since retired and left CA (where they were living when the car was stolen). They get a letter from the California Highway Patrol stating that they have recovered the car. Not only did they recover the car, but it has a very nice paint job, the engine and transmission have both been recently rebuilt, and the car is in better shape now than it was when it was stolen. The original thieves had swapped out the VIN w/ a VIN tag from a 1/2 ton chevy pickup and sold the car. the guy who bought it had owned for the past ten years and became curious about why it was registered as a 1/2 ton truck and not an El Camino....the DMV suggested he have it inspected by the CHP and they ran the numbers off the frame, which came back as my parents car.


Sunday morning I went out to my car and quickly realized that my radar detector and my cell phone charger now belong to somebody else....I hate thieves

ShaniFaye

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you were in Atlanta!!!!!!! damn I wish I'd know

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I apologize I dont have a post to contribute to the subject....I just had to express my disappointment in knowing RA was in MY town

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Manic_Skafe

When I was about 11 another kid asked me to borrow my skateboard. Foolishly enough, I let him borrow it....I chased him until he disappeared. Never saw that skateboard again.

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Around the age of 13 I went to a friend's house with a few of my video games. A few others were there and eventually we decided to go out and play basketball - when I returned my games were gone and no one knew where they went.

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Back in highschool someone pryed open my lock and stole used gym clothes from my locker. Bear in mind that this was toward the end of the year and the school is poorly ventilated. Now I washed my clothes every week but this was in the middle of the week and also during a heat wave - we're talking 100 degrees and 100% humidity.

That just goes to show you how brilliant the average New York City highschool student is.

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mcovey

not stolen, but my mexican roommate and his freinds broke my laptop computer.

I changed rooms, and sent it in for repairs, and had no problems with a korean that snored. but so did I.

hilbert25

Why the fuck does it matter that he was mexican or korean?


Now on to the topic:

I usually left my running shoes sitting outside my dormroom in college as we had open air dorms and they usually stank quite bad after running through farms, or mud, or puddles and such. Well one summer when I was working on campus, like 3 weeks after I had just bought a new pair, I come back from work to find them gone. Somebody had freaking stolen my nasty, sweaty, but still new and soft running shoes. I just hope the bastards got athletes foot or something.

I knew someone who once was hit by an inside job with the rental car company. Apparently they'll use a key to enter a business traveler's car, steal all his electronics and nothing else out of the trunk, and leave everything the same so he doesn't notice until later.

holtmate

My first major experience...I had left my bike outside of my house one night in junior high, and the next day it was gone. Through some sheer luck, the person who stole it, or a friend of theirs brought it to my school. I saw it after class, and got it back. Unfortunately, I had already bought another bike by then ,but it just felt good to get it back.
In college, I had my car broken into. The thieves pulled the lock out on the passenger side, and ripped the console open to get the stereo out. I also lost a 10-disc changer. Luckily, I did not lose the much more expensive laser photo printers in my trunk. I think they were too heavy.

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My car got broked into in the parking lot of my apartment complex. I left the drivers side window open a quarter of an inch because it was a nice day outside. When I came back out to my car twenty minutes later, my CD plater was gone and so were the two books of CDs. A couple days later I noticed my $250 leather coat was gone as well. Bastards.

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Trisk

Haha wow, that's bad. Stealing your dirty gym clothes?! You must have either been wearing some expensive gym clothes or he must have been really poor.

Phage

My parents don't let me have nice things. :P No, actually its just because we live in a small town in a nice county, but I really only have one story about a thief.

This happened when I was in middle school; I don't remember a whole lot about class during that period of my life because I spent most of it reading various novels for entertainment. My book bag at that point was a computer case from the really ancient Apple computers; basically a big tan cube. This was good because I never used my locker; the space between periods were too short and every class gave a tiny bit of homework each night. Anyway, I was sitting in front of the gym waiting to be picked up by my parents, with my book bag sitting to my right. I hear the distinctive squeak of the breaks on my parent's Volvo from my left where the loading area started, so I look over there as I stand up and put my bookmark in. I then turn to my right to heave the 20 something pound monstrosity onto my shoulder.

And its not there. Where could it be? Its not like it can FLY away, my back was to it for just a moment. I am sitting on flat concrete with the nearest structure a good 40 feet away from me. It is about 3:35 PM, and broad daylight.

Hmm, I wonder. Maybe its that guy 5 feet away from me powerwalking away with my bookbag. Now, you would know your own stuff when you see it, but ANYONE would know this bag is mine. How often do you come across a 2 foot tan padded cube bag?

I of course stop him immediately and retrieve my bag, while he mutters some excuse about how he picked up the wrong bag. Yeah right, I would bet that there wasn't another bag like that in the state. However, I just wanted to get home and since I was in a public school I didn't feel a lot of anger at him wanting to take my textbooks.

But I had to wonder. WTF was he thinking? How would he think I would not notice? I was right there, and your peripheral vision gets pretty good when you read a lot. What did he think he was getting?! Did he really need notebook paper, or maybe was planning to sell my math book on the blackmarket?

To this day that attempted theft still puzzles me.

bernadette

major bummer, ratbastid.
i'd be so bummed if anyone took my computer. (i need to do some major files backing up!) it's not so much the machinery, but all the data that i'd hate to lose & have someone sifting through.


had my wallet stolen twice when i was in college.
once from my practice room (i was a flute major). i was over a couple rooms talking to a friend. luckily i had my $2,000 flute with me!
2nd time stolen from my dorm room. i'd gone for a shower... i'd never locked my door for just a quick shower before in 3 yrs, but i sure did after that.

one night thuds attacked our neighborhood & slit all the soft top cars.
we had NOTHING inside of our car, not even a cheapo stereo, but still we had to replace the roof. f1ckers.

last & makes me most pissed of all...
a once so-called friend, that my husband & i let live with us for 3 mos & her 2 daughters, and we helped her out loads & lots, in the end she stole a large portfolio of all my best artwork. karma will get her. haven't spoken to her in 10 yrs. so i don't know if karma has taken its toll on her yet or not, but i hope so. bitch.

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quadro2000

Mine was an example of me being absolutely stupid.

I used to frequent this beach in Fort Erie, Ontario, driving up on summer days from Buffalo. It was a place where you'd park your car in this little dirt lot, walk about 1/2 a mile through swamp and woods, and you'd come across this beautiful beach - all privately owned except for this small little strip.

We all used to just leave our cars in this little lot, and I was stupid enough to forget my wallet one day. I had put it under my seat after I had gone through customs and forgot to take it with me.

When I got back to my car after the day at the beach, the window had been smashed in. They found my wallet and took that, along with my rollerblades. They used my credit card for about $400 worth of purchases before I cancelled it.

It was a completely stupid thing on my part. My wallet is now on me at all times. And when I returned to that beach, I always left all the windows open with nothing of value inside. I never had a problem like that again, but I always remember.

Wait a minute....what were you saying about revenge in that other thread?

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Cynthetiq

I told the local gangbangers because I was good friends with a number of them. If one of them took it they would have returned it to me because the head gangbanger was a very good friend and to be on the look out for it.

They beat him up because it was someone else who encroached on their turf.

The sad part about the story is that the kid was from a local private jewish school and wasn't a troublemaker at all, just an opportunist.

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ARTelevision

rough hit, ratbastid.
especially as you're in entrepreneurial mode now.
best luck in getting things back to copacetic!

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quadro2000

I think I figured, I was just teasing you.

That being said, I wish you were using "gangbanger" in the context I'm thinking of.

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Glava

I had my shoes stolen from the locker room of my former ghetto-ass school. I got them back with the help of the coach.

ratbastid

Yeah, well, that's why God gave us Homeowners Insurance and Replacement Cost Riders.

As Bernadette rightly points out, it's the lost data that really smarts. And most of that data is in the form of digital photos... some of which lurkette and D&S and I are not crazy about having floating around Atlanta somewhere...

ShaniFaye, if you see a Dell laptop and a Palm IIIx in your travels around Atlanta, [i]grab 'em! They're mine!!{/i

Averett

That's the part that would bother me the most. Which is why I don't plan on taking nekkid pictures of myself and letting them out of my sight

I know it's a long shot, but hopefully somehow you'll get it all back.

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ngdawg

I have had towels stolen from the laundromat dryer.

So many times I have been ripped off or robbed, I sometimes think I have a sign on my back saying "rob me'.
One morning, while living in an apartment complex, I went out to start up my VW to go to work. Wouldn't start. Nothing. I walked back to the engine and oddly, there were dozens of matches on the ground. I open the engine lid to find the distributor wires hanging and a few other parts gone. Call the cops. The thieves left greasy fingerprints all over the back of the car, so they were dusted. Neighbor, who is normally extremely nosy and pushy, comes out to tell me and the police he had heard noises in the wee dark hours of the morning, but didn't go outside to look. Thanks, Bill.
We've had bikes taken from our backyard ( having to go thru our gate to get these bikes is what really ticks me off). I was robbed at knifepoint working in a convenience store. I've had stereos stolen out of the same VW, by kids who hung out at the convenience store I was robbed in.
And, a few years ago in this neighborhood, there was someone entering cars up and down the street taking whatever they could-mostly spare change but one person had their potato chips taken!!

TheDave87

i had my truck jacked from my driveway one night. it was a clean entry, didnt break windows or ruin my door, but once they were in, they severly fucked my steering column to the point i had to replace it. i got my truck back a week later, minus my stereo, cds, the remote for my stereo and a backpack. they left me my graphing calculator, digital camera, and about 300 bucks in college books. i also had the blank stare thing going on. "did i leave it somewhere and get a ride home?" "are my friends just fucking with me?" and then it sinks in, complete with the "awww shit" feeling.

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