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Dear Cute Guy Next Door,
While I find it quite admirable that you've taken up learning a musical instrument, practicing the guitar for many hours at a volume I can hear clearly through the walls every night is rapidly losing its appeal.
Signed, The Gal In #313
Around 10pm, I was pretty sure I heard gunfire somewhere out in the street. Five or six very loud shots in quick succession. You don't usually hear that sort of thing in this part of town. Spent the whole evening on edge, it's 11:30 now and Cute Guy is still playing, though not as loud. I need to figure out what to say to him, because I sure the hell am NOT going to put up with this crap all summer. As soon as the weather is nice enough to have the windows open all the time, that seems to be the signal for all the neighbors to *TURN UP THE TV AS LOUD AS IT'LL GO*
*Grrrr*
While I find it quite admirable that you've taken up learning a musical instrument, practicing the guitar for many hours at a volume I can hear clearly through the walls every night is rapidly losing its appeal.
Signed, The Gal In #313
Around 10pm, I was pretty sure I heard gunfire somewhere out in the street. Five or six very loud shots in quick succession. You don't usually hear that sort of thing in this part of town. Spent the whole evening on edge, it's 11:30 now and Cute Guy is still playing, though not as loud. I need to figure out what to say to him, because I sure the hell am NOT going to put up with this crap all summer. As soon as the weather is nice enough to have the windows open all the time, that seems to be the signal for all the neighbors to *TURN UP THE TV AS LOUD AS IT'LL GO*
*Grrrr*
