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6 am - *Music begins to blast*
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| Dianne: What the fuck is that? | |
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| Shelty: What? Huh? Oh what the fuck? It's fucking 6 in the morning I have to be at work in two hours! | |
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| Dianne: Where are you going? | |
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| Shelty: Don't worry about it, I'm just gonna exchange some dialogue with our downstairs neighbor. | |
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Later - *Music has stopped*
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| Dianne: You got him to turn it off? | |
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| Shelty: Well not so much me. More like the wooden bat to the skull. | |
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