The studio apartment adjacent to our apartment is up for rent. We have a unique apartment- up a flight of stairs, 2 stories, with the studio under the master bedroom, the bathroom, and part of a hall. The last two neighbors that we've had have been single guys who have been absolutely amazing at tolerating our noise. And we tolerate their noise, because they never ever complain to us about us.
The apartment managers have been showing the studio a lot lately. Usually it's during the girls' naptime, so people aren't getting the full picture of what it's like living by us. I always want to fling the door open with the pregnant belly jutting out and welcome our prospective new neighbors. They should know what they're getting into! That's why when the apartment was being shown today and Grace fell and started screaming, I didn't feel bad, even though Paul felt sorry for our managers. It's better to be forewarned...
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