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And one other note. The GF’s bike was stolen from our garage. This is vaguely farcical, as to do this the person had to open the gate, walk into our back yard, enter from the door at the back of the garage, hit the door opener, and take the bike, leaving the door open, and my bike there. The bike was not visible from the alley, or the street for that matter. We had been asking the landlord for the key to that door, but hadn’t really agitated for it, because who was going to look in there anyhow? Well, the answer is clearly the guy who ganked the purple huffy “Nightvision” from my garage.