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[ Neighbor Trouble II ] [ By The Chief ]
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Neighbor trouble II
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It's been a week now, and I am still annoyed by my... well, let's just
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call them my neighbors. Every day when I come home, the dogs bark like
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mad and the heap of kids cry and shout until I go to sleep. In fact,
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I'm so exhausted by it all that by the time I manage to drag my body
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to the bed, sleep is all I can do.
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Since the day I really noticed them, my room - no, the whole house, has
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been painted with the smell of their cooking. It really stinks! Most of
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the time I can't even recognize the smells of what's being cooked. And
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when I do recognize it, my stomach turns.
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But that's not all. These people dress funny. They wear old clothes in
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the most disgusting colors. The funny part is, however, that they are the
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ones staring at me when I pass them now and then. Staring and pointing
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at me, as if I was the one with the strange clothes!
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I remember they only had the one dog once. And I almost only noticed it
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when I saw it running around playing in the back yard. Now they have at
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least five, and they are never quiet. Constant barking and howling.
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It was the same story with the kids. Just one at first, and then
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suddenly, there were five of them too.
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I tried to call some of my friends to ask them for help. But they laughed
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and told me to get used to my situation. They said they couldn't do
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anything about it, and that it was completely up to me. I could only
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blame myself for the situation I was in, and the only sound advice they
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could give was for me to move.
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That was an option I hadn't considered. Because I kind of liked the house,
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my room with the big oak tree just outside the window. And I thought
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everything would calm down and that they all would be nicer to have around
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after a while. And after all, moving to a new place can be quite
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an ordeal. Something I wasn't quite ready to do. Not yet.
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I tried to call the landlord, but the line was always busy. Day and night.
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I didn't have to worry though. He lived down on the first floor, so the next
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time I met him in the stairs I tried to talk to him. But he just shook his
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head and said he didn't understand a word of what I was saying. Took me
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for a punk. A troublemaker. "Bad smell? Hell you're lucky people still have
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enough money to buy food!" So I gave up on him.
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I managed to control myself for another six months, but then came the day
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I realized that they would probably never move. And they would probably
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never calm down. In fact, it had even been getting worse. That's when I went
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down the stairs to pay them a visit. After a while I heard voices from their
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bedroom, so I gently opened the door and said; "- Mom, Dad, I'm moving out."
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uXu #426 Underground eXperts United 1998 uXu #426
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