There's a Buddha statue that's sat outside the front door of each of the different places I've lived in during the last four years. When I got home tonight after being out for an hour or so, it was gone.
My first reaction was to laugh, and then to feel a strange affection for the thief. Who was it? The tweaker neighbor? One of his many friends who
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And, although Phoenix, for you, is the epitome of the great places to live, just remember that your statue never got stolen in Chattanooga.
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