My balcony faces the street, and I had the door to said balcony open to let in some nice, if somewhat humid, air. I heard some yelling, but didn't think much about it at first, as Chicago in summer could possibly be defined by the yelling that goes on. After a minute or so the yelling become definite anger-yell and not just outside-yell, so I walked onto my balcony to investigate
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