---night 1: my ears are like yours, sharp---

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I woke my neighbour up through my incessant shuffling in my apartment room. The walls were thin, not my problem. I'd woken up because I could hear someone moving around.

It wasn't much, but I saw the silhouette. The thief had entered my home and dashed out the window. It's because I could hear well.

Laying on the ground, they left a note saying

"I know what you treasure the most and I will most certainly take if from you."

It could only be a lie. Nobody knows what I care about the most.

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