I sure didn’t realize what I had forgotten about living in one of these things. It’s like living in a motel, with everyone’s noises and slamming their doors. I’m sure that it could be worse, but right now the lady down stairs, is driving me crazy. I’m so glad, when she goes and visits friends or family. That means peace and quiet for a few days. Sometimes, her TV runs all night, and just about when I asleep good, she turns on her loud stereo, with Mexican music! Damned!
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