You did not.
Morning to you too, neighbour.
Why would you drill a hole here?
Well, it's my apartment.
But it's my wall.
Pfft. No, it's mine.
It's not.
It is.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
No.
Hah! You said it.
Argh. Whatever. It was a tongue slip.
Whatever floats your boat, babe.
Ew. Don't call me that again.
What, babe?
Yeah. I hate this word.
But where would be the fun if I stop, babe?
Fine. Call me whatever you want, Sweetcheeks.
Ew. Where did that come from?
My sweet intelligent brain, where else?
I thought it came from some lovesick perverted brain.
Why would you say that, Sweetcheeks?
Ugh. Bye.
B'bye.
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Eh? I guess your feedback will do me good, my brain's kinda all over the place.
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Neighbours - A dialogue story
Short Story[Completed] Recently, Amy has bought and moved in a new apartment. Everything is so perfect and according to her taste. Well, except..... A PAIN IN THE ASS ANNOYINGLY COCKY NEIGHBOUR WHOSE FRICKING OBSESSED WITH TAYLOR SWIFT! Amy's words, not mine.
