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Everything was tidy, except for a few small boxes, everything was quiet.

He had recently moved to another apartment, it was spacious, the walls were painted a grayish-white, it was a place and that was it, he could not complain, after all, it was something.

It was already late, past midnight. (weak JA).

He lay down on his fluffy bed, checked his cell phone, and then put it aside, he felt so peaceful, sleep started to take over him, falling asleep little by little.

If it wasn't for the noise that was starting to drill into his head, banging, banging on the damn wall, the wall behind the headboard, the small but loud banging was constant, isn't he sleeping?

Tired of not letting him sleep, he got on his knees on his bed and banged on the wall as hard as his body would allow, his hand hurt a little but it was worth it because it finally stopped.

He went back to the bed, but, there it was again.

-Damn it...

It's going to be a long night.


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