1- Sean, next door. Listens to the same good music we do, well within acceptable volume levels. More importantly, also listens to the same bad music as I do.
1- (First place is a dead tie.) Julie, other next door. Keeper of the quietest, best-trained Rotweiller in the entire universe. I hear him play with squeaky dog toys sometimes. That’s as rotweillery as he gets.
3- Stew n’ Sarah, upstairs. She’s a mountain. He just works there. Like sewing, the occasional burst of what just might be aerobics and loft renovations that stop before 11pm. Invited us to a party. Unlike previous occupant, do not wear army boots inside.
4- The Noisies, across the hall. Nice people who do everything as noisily as humanly possible. Walk noisy, talk noisy, slam doors, scream and fight noisy, have noisy pets and noisy sex, are even quiet noisily. Audible at all times, even from across the hall.
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