10/29/2025
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                                        Bikers broke into my house while I was at my wife's funeral. I came home to find fifteen motorcycles parked in my driveway and my back door kicked in.
My neighbors had called the police twice. I could hear power tools running inside my house.
I was still wearing my funeral suit. Still had the folded flag from Sarah's casket in my hands. I'd just buried my wife of thirty-two years and now someone was destroying my home.
I walked through my kicked-in back door ready to fight whoever I found. I didn't care anymore. Sarah was gone. What else could they take from me?
What I found in my kitchen made me stop breathing.
They were........ (continue reading in the C0MMENT)
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