Meeting the neighbors
It's never good when the first time you meet one of your neighbors is when you sack up and go over to their house to apologize for the 1 AM noise you and your friends were making that woke up their child.
Sure, it was the right thing to do. I even showed up with wine and spoke to them in their native language. But, somehow, I just don't think we're going to be friends.
Oddly, that makes me sad.
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