“I found out my neighbor had been stealing my packages for a while. I could’ve called the cops, but nah—

I couldn’t stop laughing. It was a small victory, but it felt good.

That night, I decided I wasn’t done. I baked a fresh batch of cupcakes, put them in a bright pink pastry box, and labeled it “Special Treats Just For You” before placing it on my porch. I wasn’t sure if she’d take the bait again after the barking fiasco, but my curiosity won out.

The following afternoon, I came home from the grocery store and noticed the pink box was gone. I felt a rush of adrenaline, but I also wondered: what if this got out of hand?

I tried to let it go, but the next evening, I heard knocking at my door. When I opened it, there stood Darlene, clutching the empty pink box. She looked furious, cheeks red, eyes like daggers.

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