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Jack woke up in the middle of the night when he heard the window close. He searched around for any signs of his usual missing items: clothes, notes, the odd trinket…or worse.
Ah, there it was. One of his raggedy band shirts, previously discarded on the ground, had been stolen. It was one he had worn recently too. In its place the thief had left behind his usual calling card: a box of chocolates addressed to “my sweet tangerine <3”. The thief really thought he was being slick, wasn’t he? Jack sighs.
Dave, he thought, You’re such a weirdo.