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So, the other day I heard my neighbors fighting.  But it was louder than usual and I heard banging around.  At one point my apartment shook.  I decided to call the cops.

I should probably preface this by saying I was wearing a bathrobe with no bra and sweatpants.  Also, my face had stains as well as the bathrobe.  It was overall a good look.

The cops showed up and I snuck a peek out of my window.  The cops and the neighbors saw my creepy self lookin’.  My buzzer rang.  I didn’t respond mostly because my mom (who I was on the phone with the whole time) told me not to.  And I looked a hot mess.

I joked with my mom that the neighbors will someday laugh about the crazy lady who lives above them calling the cops on their fight.  I told my mom that she can now refer to me as “dr. love” because I brought the couple much closer!  

This was last week.  I have not heard a fight.  Either they’re so in love and doing it all the time, or she’s dead.  

I gave him a bottle of wine for shoveling the front stairs as well as our back stairs.  I think that we’re even.  Maybe I’ll have him (and/or her depending on their situation) over for dinner sometime.

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