Tiptoeing was an acquired skill, when the floor shouted your secrets with every step.
Keeping quiet was some sort of talent, when the police cars outside, or the refrigerator downstairs had conversations that they begged you to join.

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There's a baby crying next door.
It's so perfectly placed.
The sound of her soft cries through these walls couldn't belong anywhere else.


**~~a.s.f.