The neighbors with the toilet in their front yard

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This morning at around 8 a.m. someone knocked on our door.  I hate when people knock on my door.  I feel like I am forced to answer it because my car is in the driveway.  I hate that.  So I looked out our bedroom window and I didn't recognize the person but he apparently knocked on the door then took 10 steps backward.  It was odd.  My husband answered the door.  When he got back in bed I asked him what that person needed and my husband said that the man...

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