>To all my black neighbors.
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>I saw two of your kids steal my bicycles. I saw them through the fence as they were approaching, one had a white T-shirt, didn't quite notice the other's garments. I thought they may be up to something, but then I gave them the benefit of the doubt - they may have been playing and lost the ball somewhere behind our car, or something, so I didn't get up to check.
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>Well, too bad. The bicycles were the cheap Walmart stuff - too bad for the $20 seats we added - and I don't care for whatever value they may still have. I may even buy a bicycle on a yard sale... or buy my own bicycle back, whatever.
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>It's just that you have lost my respect, pretty much forever. Unless the bicycles are back by tomorrow morning, when parents return, which I doubt. I am not giving a dime, ever again, for any of your charities, I'm not putting up a light on Halloween, and I will most probably find it in me to yell at any kids playing too close to our roses. I had all the good will to be a good neighbor, but this takes the cake. Shove the bicycles where the sun don't shine.
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>To my fellow UTers, sorry if I'm grumpy more than usual today.

You have good reason to be grumpy. Sometimes a good grump and a beer is necessary.