I really like the place, but sometimes the arguments upstairs are just ridiculous. There will just be venom flying back and forth up there. What amazes is me is that the arguments just continue. They don't stop. They go on for hours. If I were to blow up and call the one true love of my life a, "FUCKING LYING WHORE!" (which I have a hard time imagining)(but IF I did) upon saying it I would slam the door and leave the house. This is not what happens upstairs. It just continues. They prepare dinner through there arguments. I can smell the chicken cooking. I can hear them washing dishes. I can hear the channels being changed on the TV. All sounds other than their screaming suggest a normal weekday evening. It blows my mind.
I really like the place, but sometimes the arguments upstairs are just ridiculous. There will just be venom flying back and forth up there. What amazes is me is that the arguments just continue. They don't stop. They go on for hours. If I were to blow up and call the one true love of my life a, "FUCKING LYING WHORE!" (which I have a hard time imagining)(but IF I did) upon saying it I would slam the door and leave the house. This is not what happens upstairs. It just continues. They prepare dinner through there arguments. I can smell the chicken cooking. I can hear them washing dishes. I can hear the channels being changed on the TV. All sounds other than their screaming suggest a normal weekday evening. It blows my mind.
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