"What I need you to do," says the voice drifting up through the window from the street, "is shut the fuck up."
"Oh no!" says Katie.
But she didn't hear the voice, and was upset because she'd forgotten to put the packing slip in the box she's sending out tomorrow.
"I think he's talking to his girlfriend, though," I say sadly, leaning out the window and peering down the street.
One year ago: Ask First
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Three years ago: Made You Look
Four years ago: It Wasn't Even 10 AM