To Detroit and back

I could swear that I heard my upstairs neighbour screaming just a moment ago. I could also swear that it sounded like something to the effect of, "turn down that racket!" It would seem that, in order to drown out the noise, it is necessary for me to turn up my music and sing along louder. I must also redouble my efforts to flush the toilet while they are in the shower, as they have done to me on a consistent basis for over the past year. Indeed, I am back in Pittsburgh.

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