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A man tried to break into my house. A few Wednesdays ago, around 2pm.
I heard noises, the squeak and thump of screen doors. The single mom upstairs or her two teenage boys, I figured, coming or going. Soon, other sounds. They seemed closer. Was my girlfriend home early, wrestling with the back door? Had my other roommate forgotten something—her wallet, her phone—and come back for it?