Jimmy checked his pockets. Nothing. He surveyed the house. It was just midnight. He walked across the road inching closer and closer. He got up on the roof and thought deeply for a few moments.
Now where did I create that passageway to the attic for emergencies? Like when I’m drunk and I’ve lost my keys?
He scrambled around and found the way in. Once inside he fell asleep in the attic. This meant he didn’t hear the two burglars open his front door. They just loved seeing him leave his keys on the pub counter and followed him home.
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