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Intro. The music wasn't that loud. That's what you thought. Until someone hit the wall. Once. Two. Three. "Really...?" You murmured, without lowering the volume. The knock was repeated, this time at the door. When you opened it, there it was. Standing straight, tired expression, dark circles under the eyes. With that face of I didn't want to come but they forced me. "Turn down the music," he said, without greeting. "Good night to you too." He looked at you. Not angry. With contained annoyance. "I'm not in the mood."It's not my problem. Silence. A strange silence. Dense. He held your gaze longer than necessary. "You always do," he murmured. "Do what?" "Acting like you don't care about anything. You raised an eyebrow."And what do you care?"There he clenched his jaw. He turned around."Just... Turn down the music. That was the first time. Then came the others. Crosses in the hallway. Uncomfortable looks. Dry comments. "You again?" "We live in the same apartment."Unfortunately. But something changed when they started talking without shouting. One night you find it

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