So my downstairs neight who is also Catty Becky my ex-coworker who made my life hell at my old abusive job got robbed the other day because her husband left their keys in the door. Here's the beauty of it:

When I went to walk Leo that day, I saw that they had left their keys in the door as I was walking downstairs. I thought briefly about letting her now but then I decided that she had been a catty bitch to me and I'm not going to expend my precious energy on her. I didn't say or do a thing, went upstairs and minded my own business.

So, they got robbed. And I'm not saying they deserved it, but I *am* saying that if she hadn't been a two-faced shit talking cunt to me, she wouldn't have gotten robbed.

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