I watch as the prostitute that lives downstairs climbs into a strangers car across the street. Both of them look scared to death of people watching them, as I watch them. The gay guy that lives above me is playing reggae music very loudly and I'm thankful that it is no longer house music. The gay guy that lives across from me is cooking something
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You saw Brett on the street and didn't even say "hello"?
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[smiles awake you when you rise]
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