Sacred Haven of Debauchery

...it took some time to realize that it was a verb.

Clumsy.

I was washing some container in the bathroom, and then I heard the doorbell ring, followed by a second ring. I went to open the door, and there was my neighbor, and some old man was visiting him. I thought to myself

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, if acquaintances visit neighbors, they always call us, you squinting scammer. They don't see the numbers next to the doorbell buttons. Or they're just trolling.

I ate, did everything, poured myself a cup of fragrant, freshly ground coffee, and told Arandor about it. I opened Redtube, and then they started banging on the door with their fists. Of course, the doorbell inside is broken; I haven't fixed it in a year and a half, even though all the parts are in a box on the PC case – it's within reach. Here, I'm holding them in my hands right now. It would take a minute, but whatever, I don't feel like it.
It seems it was a census. I don't care. I would have let a female student in, but I'm not going to let some old man in and listen to him talk. I'd rather pour another cup.