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The boys practice their rock and roll in the blue house next door. Sometimes, if I watch for too long, I will see one of them passby their upper rear window. She complains that they need to practice (desperately), but wishes they would do it when she is not at home.

Outside the two dogs [chained in the yard] are barking needlessly. She sighs as she pours another cup of coffee and turns her back on the noise. While she looks for a place to put her sore feet up, her kitchen window continues to watch their backyard.

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