I Kept Coming Home to a Toothpick in the Lock—Instead of Calling the Police, I Took

After a brutal 14-hour ER shift, all I wanted was pizza and silence. Instead, I found a toothpick jammed in my front door lock. Weird, but I managed to remove it with tweezers. The next night? It happened again. That’s when my brother Danny, armed with his trusty toolkit, confirmed it wasn’t random—someone was messing…
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