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I don't really know any of my neighbors except for Dan, who lives downstairs and blames me for leaking water into his apartment, though I have never ever been running water at the times his ceiling leaked.
The people next door are very nice, though they remind me of the creepy couple that lived next door to Woody Allen and Diane Keaton in Manhattan Murder Mystery.
The woman in the other apartment on this floor is friendly but very quiet. I don't even know any of their names except for the first name of Mrs. Manhattan Murder Mystery. Nor do I know the names of a lot of the people at work who I see every day, some of whom are friendlier than others, others of whom are outright rude any time I have to talk to them. Which is not to say that I'm not pretty damn rude myself sometimes.
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