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The young fools upstairs have been rattling my bedroom walls for the last three hours rotating the same six songs on their crapped out with distortion stereo. Instead of just calling the police the first time and getting all of them arrested for underage possession of alcohol/ contributing to the delinquency of a minor, I twice got myself out of bed, twice got myself dressed, twice marched upstairs, twice told them to keep it down, and twice stood there patiently while they played the "I don't live here and don't know who does, try that guy" game.
My generosity for this year has just been exhausted. Don't ask me for any favors.
And don't fucking wake me before dawn.
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