The Lock Picker

Life is steadily growing. I am happy, mother of three children who divorced. At work, friends and family have a steady pace. I can not imagine all these changes. This is not a story about a tragedy or a bold adventure, it is a simple story of a quiet period. Most people may wish for an increase in age to follow the age of anxiety accumulated by teenagers and young people. But my arrival is time of progress.

I walked into my father 's office and inserted a pliers into the keyhole. Lock is released in 1 second. At first I gently opened the door to avoid disturbing him; I could not put up with my father, but again his work was important. Nothing seemed to happen to the office, I opened the door completely and crossed the entrance. My father is not at his desk, his usual neat documents are dotted in the room. I opened the curtain so that gray light could enter. I found the window behind the table half open and I noticed that ice came up in the window frame soon. This must be the reason why my father 's thesis is everywhere. Wind blew. My father sometimes likes to open its window for "fresh air", but a fool always forgets to close it.

The robber itself progressed smoothly, but Mr. Forsythe of the designated lock selector had to break into an entry different from the plan he found when finding F.B.I. He locked the door because he could not lock the door. He broke the second lock with a lock tongue over the clover and the door handle. After loading the documents on the trunk, the thieves poured into the escaped cars and rearranged them with farmers to screen the stolen things. They sighed a relief and soon discovered that the bulk of them are the definitive evidence of F. B. I. who is monitoring the political group. A thief sent a document selection to several newspaper reporters, demanding that it be a survey by the citizen committee. Two weeks after the robbery, Mix wrote the first article based on this document after the Nixon administration tried to make Post failing to return the file.