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I had bought a bike this past March 31st. By the beginning of May, it had been stolen. I spent almost $700 on that blasted thing, and some fuckwad stole it.
It was the first thing I had really ever bought for myself that was worth a bit of money, and I was so excited about getting it, I had signed up for a womens biking team and everything. When I found out it was stolen, I was so upset and angry I think if I had seen the thief, I would have beaten him with the broken lock he cut in half.
I have had my wallet stolen, I have had a shoe (ONE SHOE!!) stolen, I have had money in my room stolen, I have had clothes stolen, I have had my very first real bike when I was a kid stolen, and I had a bracelet my grandparents bought me stolen (worth a lot.)
The bizarre thing is, I have always been pretty careful with my things. I never take valuable things with me where it can easily be lost of taken. My bikes were locked; one was picked, the other was cut in half. My shoe... well that was just fucked up. The kicker is that I grew up in a single parent family, so we were poor. I didn't get nice things very often, and it seemed like anytime I did, it would get taken from me somehow.
I know for sure one thing, if I find the cockbag who stole my bike, I will be sure to make him pay out of his ass for doing it. 
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