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Our plan was simple. We would park the truck down the street and then Ryan and I would walk to the edge of Wilson’s property and then disappear into the bushes along the outside, where we’d make our way to the back of the house before using the code to open the back door. Once inside we’d locate the clock. If we figured we could move it on our own we’d get it to the front door and then call Amanda on her cell to bring the truck around. We’d load up the clock and be gone, locking the door behind us like the courteous burglars we were. No problem. No property damage, no looting anything else, no snooping through personal belongings. We were simply taking back something that should have been ours to begin with.