Karma?

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You're outside one day drinking a capri sun when for some reason a lambo & porsche go racing by splashing you. Rolling your eyes and sighing, you start walking home. The same basterds that messed up your day end up parking at your apartment asking your next door neighbors something. After a day or two you come home and hear screaming with only two things the screams could be about in your mind so you go straight into your apartment and lock the door. In the morning there are no cops knocking on your door or sirens outside. Instead there is the sound of a tow truck or two outside and a single knock on your front door. Your neighbor left a note and the pan you let them borrow a month ago. 'Had to leave, here's your stuff back'. It takes a week before the cops are knocking on your door or sirens outside with an odor of rotting from your neighbors apartment beside yours. 

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