Dear neighbour,
I stole your newspaper. It was waiting to be picked up, waitng to be read. You didn’t pick it up and you didn’t read it. Morning after morning, the paper was sitting there alone. Sometime soaking in the rain. I don’t really know what happens to it afterwards. But I do know that, it does not get read and picked up the same day. I find it really disturbing. So I decided to do something about it.

I woke up early in the morning to sneak out and grab the paper. I pretend to walk to your door then suddenly I just run the other away. Few minutes later, I come back from the other side and I go to my place to read your paper. Yes, read the paper.

I guess I could have asked your permission or maybe return the paper after I am done. But I decided not to deprive those black ink. They deserve to be read.
Sincerely,
Your neighbor.