In other news I'm debating whether I should call the cops on the neighbors. I hear him yelling and screaming at her just about every day, multiple times a day, and in the middle of the night, and her sobbing and crying and begging. He acts like such a nice guy, gets along with all the neighbors, everybody's friend, always wants to help... But that's the way those arseholes are. So charming on the outside, but a nightmare behind closed doors... She's a beautiful woman too, and very sweet. Far too good for him. She works as well, and he arses around all day... Damn but this sh^t is everywhere
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
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Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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