The Neighbor Upstairs

Our next encounter

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I got up with an insufferable ache in my temples.

Thanks wine. I rubbed my head. Or perhaps it was the tequila shots to blame. But I knew deep down, in the words of Jimmy Buffett, “It’s my own damn fault.”

Time to take out the trash. I stretched and dragged myself from bed. All I could think about was an omelet, preferably loaded with spices and perhaps a…