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Even though they hadn't reached the cluster that their small unit was in, Dave could already hear the bass beat of neighbor's stereo thumping.
"Who the hell has a party on a Thursday afternoon? Selfish, inconsiderate assholes who live in the townhouse next to you, that's who," Annie answered herself. "Stupid frat rock or whatever it is..." "I shoulda known," Annie muttered as they climbed the stairs. "They're all quiet for a couple weeks, but of course, the day I get laid off is when they have to BLAST THEIR MUSIC!" Her husband winced as she raised her voice several notches on the last few words.
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