It`s a beautiful Sunday morning. The sun is shining, coming right through the blinds, into my bad . A couple of teenage boys are rapping on the street, doing some free style and break dance.The neighbors from downstairs just had their second child, a cute little baby boy. The old miss Gedelman is having her Sunday piano concert, performing the Turkish march in front of her two cats. I smell a coffee from the kitchen. Getting up, and pouring some into the cup. It tastes OK, even though it is sugar free, because of my diet rules. It`s a magical day, indeed...
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It`s Sunday morning again. The stupid sun is coming directly into my eyes, waking me up. But it`s not just that. Nooo... The noisy teenage boys are rapping on the street, some offensive rap song, and they are not even doing it right. I wonder what their parents think of their little rap shit. The baby from downstairs cried all morning. I mean, get him a nipple, for crying out loud. The old spinster is playing the Turkish march again. Learn something new, missy. And I swear, those cats.. I`ll shoot them. Going to the kitchen, pouring some coffee.. Puking it...I mean, WTF? Who would make such a terrible coffee, it does not even have a sugar in it. Why is everything happening to me????
