the woman who lives two doors down from me is either crazy, or an actress.
at least once a day i hear screeching monologues or fights coming from the open door of her apartment. at first i assumed a tumultuous love affair, but on the occasions that i've stopped to listen to what she's actually saying, i hear tirades about "the curse of abstinence" or the "the dust of the thousands dead beneath our feet."
as best i can figure, she's either an actress rehearsing for a part, or totally off her rocker.
i hope for the former, but suspect the latter.
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