There is a girl living above us. I don’t know if she lives alone, but her boyfriend is often there. They make a good deal of racket, most of which is unidentifiable, but imaginable as them moving furniture while wearing roller skates.
There is at least one boy living next door. He has a band, and they jam on weekdays, but stop around 11 at the landlord’s orders. (Which is kindly of him/them.) Emily says she can hear him swearing when he oversleeps in the morning.
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