Peter was unloading his groceries in his inner city neighborhood.
He had his car trunk lid up while he was taking some groceries in.
He had an upstairs apartment.
And when he came back to get the rest of his items from his car.
He found that someone had stolen his toilet paper.
He needed to move and get away from these thieving bums.
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