My Neighbor Vacuums Before Boys Come Over

Hope he doesn’t suck.

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Yesterday, as I was meticulously folding my tank tops into Kondo-like rectangles, I heard the unfamiliar sound of a vacuum cleaner being employed in the apartment next door. How nice, I thought, maybe people can change. Not long after the vacuum stopped its arduous heaves, I heard another unfamiliar sound reverberating through the discount plaster: a boy.

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