He couldn't understand what all the fuss was about.
What's the problem?
Those teenagers next door made lots of noise and he didn't complain.
And that baby next door by one, good grief, what a racket!
Just because it was 3am.
Maybe it would be better if I lived in the country.
"Cock-a-doodle-doo" he crowed.
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