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The people who live directly above me have developed this new nasty habit of practicing the saxophone at 9 every morning and having sex like fifteen times a day. It's cool if they're happy or so horny that they really need to do this. I can deal with the *creak**creak*creak*Thump**thump*thump* etc. But is the music ahead really necessary? At least
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