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Their lights have been on for the past two weeks, but I can’t see much of anything through the windows. When I take the garbage cans out to the street, I face forward but my eyes dart to the right, struggling to catch a glimpse of the people I hate. There is noise. A lot of noise. Hammering, mostly. Late at night, which is against the ordinances of our snooty community, but they don’t know enough to quiet down, or they don’t care. I don’t care either. Neither does anyone else in the circle. Maybe they’re renters, fixing up the place for a year’s stay before they move on. A year wouldn’t be so bad. Less would be better.