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It was late at night, about 4:30 am I think. I couldn't sleep because the noise was so loud. So I marched over next door. Slippers, pjs and all. I banged on the door as hard as I could until they answered.
"Hey can you keep it down"
He looked me up and down
"Pfft...no"
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