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Saturday, December 27, 2014

It Feels as if I Never Left

My apartment was quiet when I got back to Tulsa after visiting my mom for Christmas.  It was quiet when I called her.  It was quiet when I went to the bathroom.  It was quiet when I turned on my computer.  As soon as I clicked to play my favorite game, though, my next door neighbor turned on his loud music.  (You don't suppose he was waiting for me all this time, do you?)

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