The children of the awful howler monkey woman are playing next door. Playing consists of running, screaming and occasionally throwing rocks. I'm, glad I live on the second floor. They also cuss a lot. They speak in English, though the only words I can get out of their screeching are things like "I'll get you and cut you!" "Bitches!", etc.
They make my cats nervous. The poor things are all twitchy - running around the house with puffed up tails and a hunted look on their furry faces.
I love my apartment and moving would be a ridiculous notion right now, but I really hate those kids.
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