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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
- call them my neighbors. Every day when I come home, the dogs bark like
- mad and the heap of kids cry and shout until I go to sleep. In fact,
- I'm so exhausted by it all that by the time I manage to drag my body
- 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
- been painted with the smell of their cooking. It really stinks! Most of
- the time I can't even recognize the smells of what's being cooked. And
- 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
- the most disgusting colors. The funny part is, however, that they are the
- ones staring at me when I pass them now and then. Staring and pointing
- 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
- when I saw it running around playing in the back yard. Now they have at
- least five, and they are never quiet. Constant barking and howling.
- It was the same story with the kids. Just one at first, and then
- 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
- and told me to get used to my situation. They said they couldn't do
- anything about it, and that it was completely up to me. I could only
- blame myself for the situation I was in, and the only sound advice they
- 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,
- my room with the big oak tree just outside the window. And I thought
- everything would calm down and that they all would be nicer to have around
- after a while. And after all, moving to a new place can be quite
- 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.
- I didn't have to worry though. He lived down on the first floor, so the next
- time I met him in the stairs I tried to talk to him. But he just shook his
- head and said he didn't understand a word of what I was saying. Took me
- for a punk. A troublemaker. "Bad smell? Hell you're lucky people still have
- 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
- I realized that they would probably never move. And they would probably
- never calm down. In fact, it had even been getting worse. That's when I went
- down the stairs to pay them a visit. After a while I heard voices from their
- bedroom, so I gently opened the door and said; "- Mom, Dad, I'm moving out."
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