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Speaking of retreat

Nine days until I don't have to go to sleep listening to the 24/7 video game playing of my upstairs neighbor. It's not too loud, just loud enough that I can hear it. Usually I just pretend it's thunder...

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AnnaH [TypeKey Profile Page]:

Just 15 days until I move...no more "boom boom boom" from cars, no more roving bands of surly teenagers breaking into houses, no more having to pick up about 15 cigarette butts every time I mow the lawn, hopefully less graffiti...I could go on and on. I feel sorry for the sucker who's moving in after me, but I need to get the hell out of here. This is the "most violent city" (St. Louis) and I'm two blocks from the highest crime neighborhood (Dutchtown).

I'm thinking about boarding a couple of my cats at the vet just to get them out from under my feet on moving day, if it's not too expensive. The other one is too old, fat, and sick to escape. Hopefully the goldfish can survive in a bucket for a couple hours.

Good luck with your move, I totally understand.

Oh dear. Glad you're moving out of that! It sounds too much like Miami....

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Don't worry, he's just chopping broccoli.


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