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I also didn't understand how my upstairs neighbor could spend so much time doing something in his apartment. It turned out he has some kind of workshop there, either for making or repairing furniture. He does it at home. At least he doesn't drill in the morning, and now I don't hear him on weekends, although before he would sometimes do it even on weekends.
I'm too f*cking old
To sell my soul