Every Sunday, the Kids Next Door Cleaned Up Our Neighborhood – Until I Discovered What They Were Really Doing

A crushed cup rolled along the curb.

Candy wrappers clung to the hedge.

No children appeared with the black trash bag.

Mrs. Alvarez found one of the hidden drives beneath her mailbox.

Then Mr. Patel found another.

Soon, nearly every household on the block discovered one.

Each bag contained the same note.

If our mom disappears, give this to the police.

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