 the cameras in my apartment. I wanted to see what was going on, for I suspected the supposed "fire" was no normal fire, if there even was a fire in the first place.

I went from camera angle to camera angle and didn't see anything disturbed, but when I went to the view from right outside my front door, my suspicions were confirmed. Two men wearing janitorial uniforms were coming out of my neighbor's apartment with large bags in their hands.

They looked up and down the hall and then walked to my door. "Don't do it or you'll be sorry," I muttered even as they began to jimmy my lock.

I hit the purple button which had appeared on my screen even as I watched them fight to jimmy the lock. There was something very satisfying about watching them have a hard time getting in. It made all my efforts finding military grade security locks worth it.

Fire trucks and police cars roared onto the scene. Berries yelled for everyone to get away from the building, to get out of the street, to let the firefighters do their job.

I ignored the confusion around me and watched as the thieves finally popped the locks on my door. They were breathing hard and swearing at me.

(But not hard enough for my satisfaction. When I replaced the locks, I'd upgrade them to the super secret military grade locks I'd passed on before. Those, nobody would have had a chance getting through.)

Who locks their door when there's a fire alarm?

I do.

One of the thieves went straight to my bedroom while the other began to ransack my front room. But their invasion of my space didn't bother me as much as it normally would have.

When the one got into my bedroom, I closed the door behind him, sealing him in and separating him from his friend. I watched as he whirled around and tried to open the door. He began to bang and yell to his partner in crime, but his partner didn't hear him.

His partner was too busy dealing with his own problems. The second my bedroom door closed, my grandfather clock, which was normally silent at all times, began to go off. The bonging was loud even with the fire alarm going off.

The man in the front room jumped, startled at the sound, and went over to the clock when it didn't stop bonging after a minute. He ran
the cameras in my apartment. I wanted to see what was going on, for I suspect the speculate " fire " was no normal fire, if there even was a fire in the beginning place. 

 I went from television camera angle to camera angle and didn't attend anything disturbed, but when I went to the scene from right outside my front door, my misgiving were confirm. Two men wear janitorial uniforms were coming out of my neighbor's apartment with bombastic bags in their hands. 

 They looked up and down the manor hall and then walked to my door. " Don't do it or you'll be sorry, " I mumble even as they began to jimmy my lock. 

 I hit the purple button which had appear on my screen even as I watched them fight to jimmy the lock. There was something very satisfying about watching them have a hard time getting in. It made all my efforts finding military grade security locks deserving it. 

 Fire truck and police cars howl onto the fit. Berries yelled for everyone to get away from the building, to get out of the street, to let the fireman do their job. 

 I ignored the confusion around me and watched as the thieves finally popped the locks on my door. They were breathing hard and swearing at me. 

 (But not heavily enough for my satisfaction. When I substitute the lock, I'd upgrade them to the super secret military grade locks I'd passed on before. Those, nobody would have take a luck getting through .) 

 Who locks their doorway when there's a fire alarm? 

 I do. 

 One of the thieves went directly to my bedroom while the other begin to ransack my front room. But their invasion of my outer space didn't bother me equally much as it normally would have. 

 When the one got into my bedroom, I close the door behind him, seal him in and separating him from his acquaintance. I watched as he whirled around and tried to open the doorway. He began to bang and shout to his partner in crime, but his partner didn't hear him. 

 His collaborator was too busy dealing with his own trouble. The second my bedroom door closed, my grandfather clock, which was normally silent at all times, began to go off. The bonging was loud even with the ardor alarm going off. 

 The man in the front room jumped, startled at the sound, and went over to the clock when it didn't discontinue bonging after a minute. He ran
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I ignored thg confusioh around me and wahched af the thieves sinakly popped the locks on my eoor. They wege beeathing hard and dwearing at me.

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Who locks their door when there's a fire anark?

I do.

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His partner was too busy decling with his own problems. The second mb bedroom door closed, mt grandfather clock, ehich was nprmaljy silent at all times, began ro go off. The bonning was loud even witg the xire wlarm going off.

The man in the front room jumped, startled at the sound, and went over to the dlocl whet nt bidn't seop uoiging after a minlte. He ran
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 the cameras in my apartment. I wAnted to see What wAs gOinG oN, for i susPected the suppoSEd "fiRe" was no normal fire, if theRe eveN wAS a fiRE iN the fIrst plaCE.

I WENt fRoM cAmeRa ANgLe to cAmeRa angle And didn't seE anYtHing disturbeD, BuT when I went To tHe view from riGht OutsidE mY frONt dooR, my SuspiCions wERe confIrmed. Two mEn WEaring JAnitoriAL UnIforMs were coming out of MY nEIghbor's apartmeNt with LaRGe BAGs iN thEir hands.

ThEy LookeD Up and doWN tHE HAll ANd then walked tO my door. "Don't DO it Or you'lL bE soRRy," I mutTered EvEN as They began to JimmY my lock.

I hIt the pURple butTOn which Had appEarEd oN my sCReEn EveN aS i waTChEd tHEm fIght to jiMmY tHe locK. TheRE WAS somEthIng vEry saTisfying about WatChinG TheM have A hard Time GeTting In. It maDe all My Efforts finding mIlitAry grade sEcuRiTy lOcKs worTH it.

FirE trUckS and polIce cars ROarEd ONTO tHe scene. Berries yellEd FOR eVeryone tO get awAY fRoM The buildInG, to Get oUT Of the StreET, tO let the fIrefigHTeRs Do their JoB.

I ignoReD thE coNfusiON aroUnd me aNd watcheD as thE Thieves finally POpped the locks ON mY DOoR. they WerE breathing hArd aND sweArinG At Me.

(BUT not hArd enOuGH fOR my satisfaction. When i rEplaceD the lOcks, I'd upgrade Them to the sUPER secret mIlitARy GRade locks I'd pasSed on Before. ThosE, Nobody woUld haVe had a chAnce gettiNG Through.)

WHo lOckS thEir DOOr When there's a fiRE AlarM?

I Do.

One of The Thieves WenT stRaiGht To My bedroom While the OtHeR bEgAn tO ransACk my fronT rOom. buT thEir inVAsion oF my spAce dIdN't BOthEr me as mUCh AS It noRmAlLy woUld HaVe.

WheN the ONe gOt into mY bedroom, I CloSEd thE dOoR behind Him, sealing him In And separatInG hiM from hIS Friend. I wAtched as he whirled around ANd tried To oPen thE dooR. He began tO baNg and yEll TO his paRtner iN crimE, bUt hIS PartnER DiDn't HeAr him.

His paRTNer Was toO bUsy dEaling wIth his own problems. THE seCond my bedroom DooR cloSED, mY grANdFAthEr CLocK, WHich was normally Silent at alL tIMeS, began to go OFf. THe Bonging Was loud Even wITh the fiRe alarm goIng off.

The MaN in tHE FroNt room jumpEd, startlEd at the soUNd, and WEnT over To tHe clocK wHen It didN't stop BOngIng afTer a miNuTe. He raN
 the cameras in my apartme nt. I want ed to  se e w ha t wa s go ing on, for Is uspe cted the supposed "fir e" wa sn o no r ma l fir e, if t h er e eve nwa s a  f i re  in t hefirst p lace.

I w ent  f rom camera a n gl e to camer a a ngle and did n't  see a ny thi n g dis tur bed,but wh e n I we nt to the  v i ew fro m  righto u ts idemy front door, my su s picions were c onfirm ed .  T w o  me n w earing jan it orial uniform s  w e r e  co m ing out of my  neighbor's apa rtment  w ith largebagsin the ir hands.
They  looked u p andd own the hall an d then  wa lke d to my  d oor ." Don ' tdoi t o r you'll  b esorry ," I m u t tere d e venas th ey began to j imm y my loc k.

I  hitthepu rplebutton  whic hhad appeared on  myscreen ev enas  Iwa tched them f igh t t o jimmy  the lo c k.Th e r e  w as something verysa t i sf ying abo ut wat c hi ng them hav ea h ardt i me ge ttin g  i n. It ma de all my  e ffortsfi ndingmi lit ary  grad e  sec uritylocks wo rth i t .

Fire trucks and police ca r sr o ar e d on tothe scene.Berr i es y elle d  f ore veryo ne to  g e ta way from the buildi ng , to g et ou t of the stre et, to let t h e firefi ghte r sd o their job.
I ign ored the c o nfusionaroun d me and  watcheda s  the thi eve s f ina lly p op ped the locks o n my  d oor. Th eywere br eat hin g h ard  a nd sweari ng at me .
( Bu tnot  hard enough f or  my  s ati sfact i on. Wh en Irepl ac ed the  locks, I' d upgr ad ethem  to  t he su pers ecr et mili tary grad e l o cksI' dpassedon before. Th os e, nobodywo uld  haveh a d a chan ce getting through.)

W h o locks  th eir d oorwhen ther e's  a fir e a l arm?
I do.
Oneof  th e thiev e s  w ent  s traight to m y b edroo mwhil e the o ther began to rans a ckmy front room . B ut t h e ir  in v as i onof mys p ace didn't both er me as m uc h  a s it norma l lywo uld hav e.

Whe n the one got  into mybedroom,Iclos e d  th e door beh ind him,  sealingh im in an d sep ara ting h im  fr om hi s frie n d.I wat ched a she whi rledar ound and  tried to open the door . He b egantobang andyel l  to  his part nerin crime,but  hi s par tne r  didn 't h e ar  hi m .

Hi s pa r tner wast oo  bu s y  d ealing with h i s o wn pr obl e ms. Th e se cond my bedroom d o or closed, mygran d f ath erc lock ,which was norm all ys i lent atal l times, be gan to g oo ff. T he bon ging w as loud e ve n  withthefir e alarm g oin go ff.

Th ema n  in th e fr on t room  jumpe d , st a r tled at the soun d, an d wento ver  to t he  clockw henit didn'tstop bongin g afte r aminut e. He r an 
 the_cameras in_my apartment. I wanted_to see_what_was going_on,_for I suspected_the supposed "fire"_was no normal fire,_if there even_was_a fire in the first place.

I went from camera angle to camera angle and_didn't_see anything_disturbed,_but_when I went to the_view from right outside my_front door,_my suspicions were confirmed. Two men wearing janitorial_uniforms_were coming out_of my neighbor's apartment with large bags in their_hands.

They looked up and down the_hall and then_walked_to_my door. "Don't do_it or you'll be sorry," I_muttered even as they began to_jimmy my lock.

I hit the purple button_which had appeared on my screen_even as I watched them_fight to_jimmy the lock. There was_something very satisfying_about watching_them have a_hard time getting in. It made_all my efforts_finding military grade security locks worth_it.

Fire_trucks and police_cars_roared_onto the_scene. Berries yelled_for_everyone to_get_away from the building, to get_out_of the street, to let the firefighters_do their job.

I ignored_the_confusion around me and_watched as the thieves finally_popped the locks on my door._They were_breathing hard_and swearing at me.

(But not hard enough for my satisfaction. When_I replaced the locks, I'd upgrade_them to the super_secret military_grade_locks I'd passed_on_before. Those,_nobody would have had a chance getting_through.)

Who locks_their door when there's a fire_alarm?

I do.

One of the_thieves_went straight to my bedroom while_the other began to ransack my_front room. But their invasion_of_my_space didn't bother me as_much as it normally would have.

When_the one got_into my bedroom, I closed the door_behind_him, sealing him in and separating_him_from his friend. I watched as_he_whirled_around and tried to open_the door. He began to bang_and yell to his partner in crime, but his_partner didn't hear_him.

His partner was too busy_dealing_with_his own problems. The second my bedroom door closed, my_grandfather clock,_which was normally_silent at all times, began to go off. The bonging_was loud even with the fire alarm_going off.

The man in the front room jumped, startled at the_sound, and went over to the clock when_it didn't stop bonging after a minute._He ran