so i think the girl who lives upstairs only plays with her dog between the hours of 2 and 3 a.m. every day.
i base this assumption on the fact that i only hear the pitter patter of pug feet tearing through the 3rd floor apartment at that time.
that's sad because i play with my cats, like....never. HA! you don't need to maintain a cat! i win! BOOYAHGRANDMA.
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WAIT WAIT WAIT.
What happened to Isabella?
it's the same girl.
i just feel like the guy doesn't live there anymore. i've only seen him a couple times in the past few months. maybe he joined the service or something.
but it's just her and andy, the dog.
Strife on Woodmoss Lane. You shall spend the next month's worth of nights typing (on a manual typewriter) the next mystery novella.
Where'd all the love go? I feel as though I should mail her a sympathy card.
okay, last night, i'm lying in bed, and what do i hear?
the sound of sweet, sweet lovin' above my head.
things must be okay.
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