I hadn’t seen a thief in real life before. I had heard and read about how they attack people and maim or killed them just to get what they wanted. What if this thief had a weapon? I thought miserably as I quietly docked behind my bedroom door. When the intruder began to tiptoe into the kitchen, I put my eye through the tiny opening between the door and its frame. I heaved a sigh when I saw that he was not armed. His silhouette figure moved in the dark…
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