My wallet got stolen last night. It’s actually this crazy karmic story of love and betrayal, well, not really love, but maybe betrayal, and I’m still sitting here today thanking the powers that be that my computer wasn’t stolen. I had just completed three hours of research and was in the middle of writing a couple of stories I wouldn’t be able to get back. Yeah, I know back it up or email everything to yourself, but when you walk from a coffeeshop to your friends house, you don’t expect to be robbed.

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