The first thing I heard at 7:12 a.m.—on what should’ve been a quiet, ordinary morning—was a voice on my driveway loud enough to wake the dead.
“Why won’t this master key open your car? This is a violation.”
I stepped onto my porch with a mug of coffee still steaming in my hand, expecting maybe a lost delivery driver …
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