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The people in the house next door keep playing the same slow, sad Bessie Smith song on repeat. The first time I heard it wafting rather loudly through my kitchen windows I thought, "What a pleasant little song." Now that it's over sixteen hours later, I'm wondering if I'll be able to show enough restraint not to burn their house down.

I don't care how sad you are, or how much you want the world to know it, that's just antisocial behavior.