Too Close For Comfort

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My upstairs neighbors are having a fight as I type this. I always know when they are having a fight. I always know when they are... um... enjoying themselves. I go through their snail mail everyday because we all share a mailbox (I'm looking for my mail). I think I have met the woman maybe once when I was first looking at the apartment. Yet in some respects I feel I know them a little too well.

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my nextdoor neighbors (marge and albert) scream at each other in the backyard when they're doing lawn work. which, in non-inclement weather, is every day. they're 85. it would be hilarious if marge did not have one of those grating screeching voices. and if it didn't start at 6am and continue for 12 hours. actually, i feel bad for albert sometimes.

i am glad, though, that i no longer live in an apartment. i always found it quite gross when my my wall-sharing neighbors would have, uh, acrobatic nocturnal activities and it would rattle stuff hanging on our wall. yuck.