talking on the phone and lighting herself on fire in a vain attempt to smoke. I think this is evolution in action.
Okay, I'm exaggerating. A little. She really isn't even that loud--it's just my windows are open to the front porch. She's now made three phone calls, talking about how she's in Kentucky from West Virginia and her grandparents are crazy. I think she should go back to West Virginia. Also, I'm not sure if her poor benighted grandparents really are psycho, but if so, it's hereditary.
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