Simon wasn’t certain of anything that groggy night. About to call the cops, his neighbor’s cries subsided into bad dreams until the following midnight…
Heard through the vent; ceiling-shaking screams:
“Put an F-in shirt on!”
“My Stereo!”
“I’m sick of your loser songs! …Get out!”
Knock-knock! No joke.
“Police. Open the door at once!”
(to be continued…)
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