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This is a cryptic story!
Today I got yelled by my boss again. The boss is a baldy who is unpopular among female colleagues.
"What if my stalker turns out to be that baldy...." I think to myself, as I arrive home.
My home is a shabby old apartment, with only two rooms, namely a kitchen-sitting room and a bedroom.
There is only one window in the sitting room. The rent is cheap, so I won't complain.
As soon as I unlock the front door and enter the apartment, I'm greeted with a shocking sight. The wardrobe in the sitting room has been ransacked.
Then I remember that after I'd had breakfast this morning I left the house without locking the door.
Damn! The window is locked up tight so the person must have entered from the front door.
Ugh, so disgusting. Sick bastard. I hope he goes to hell.
I have no more energy left for today. I'll skip supper. I'll go to the police tomorrow to report.
After checking the front door again to make sure it is securely locked, I walk into my bedroom.