Problem With Neighbors

The Story

Hi! I moved out of my front home because my neighbor was schizophrenic and it made our lives miserable. After one of his outbursts, he had apparently stopped taking his medication and had a lot of cat-and-mouse games with the police and other institutions, and he was picked up for treatment. He came out a month later, he was human, but there was so much malice that we decided to leave that we just got him away. We bought a bigger place, tightened it up, and moved in. From the beginning, some of the neighbors suggested that it would be wrong to put some partition between the terrace and that of the neighboring block, which is attached. The neighbor was aggressive and the like, but we hadn't seen her, we decided not to act biasedly. Well, my God, they came outright. The guy with the schizophrenia is a wrist. This one's yelling at us, she's going out of her pants, she's throwing hairballs, but she's making complaints, she's calling me to the town hall, she's going to be mad at the fiction. We've got two cars, every day they've got a scratch and a hit, we still doubt it. One day, she was in the mood to get stuck in again, and I told her I'd go to the circle so she wouldn't get annoyed if we were so antipathic to her. Otherwise, he's quoting me as laws on a turbot wall, I'm not allowed to build. I went to the town hall to ask, sluggish work, they'd come to see, it's been a month, and it's not going to last, I'm going to jump over and twist her neck, get me in trouble. I realized that I could put something that was kept light construction, without bricks or Itong, but it was about to knockdown. Is it possible that such luck... From Thistle, that of hawthorn!

Last Updated
May 31, 2020
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hotdaredguys01

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