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My building is so lovely. I woke up this morning to the sound of the woman in the flat downstairs screaming "shut up! Shut up, or I'll ring your fucking neck!" to a crying child, over and over again. Strangely enough, everytime she screamed it, the kid sobbed louder. Eventually she must have just done it, because it went quiet, and I haven't heard a peep out of them since.
Which is nice.
Last week she was screaming "shut your fucking face you fucking whore!" to the same background of sobbing. I've seen her kids. The girl is about seven and the boy is maybe four.
Don't worry though. There mother is "disabled", as in "so fat her knees hurt when she tries to walk." So I imagine as long as they don't get backed into a corner, she's pretty easy to outrun.
Which is nice.
Last week she was screaming "shut your fucking face you fucking whore!" to the same background of sobbing. I've seen her kids. The girl is about seven and the boy is maybe four.
Don't worry though. There mother is "disabled", as in "so fat her knees hurt when she tries to walk." So I imagine as long as they don't get backed into a corner, she's pretty easy to outrun.