Interrupting My Style Magazine
I was in the Florida Room reading my style magazine and drinking some tea when that infernal noise next door started again. That awful man and his violin. There ought to be an ordinance about such things. He totally ruined my morning. Here I was, completely relaxed for the first time in a week, my one moment of self-indulgence, and then it started. The most horrible squeaking and scratching sounds that the earth has ever known. The man obviously has no aptitude for music whatsoever, and whoever sold him this instrument should be strung up for malfeasance, along with whoever is instructing or encouraging him.
He’s worse than that inconsiderate prole across the street with all of the holiday lights year around.
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