The people upstairs don't argue in English.
They have a little girl that talks to my cat through the window. She goes to school everyday at 8:30. When I'm about to step into the shower, I hear her go down the stairs with her dad. He sometimes parks in my space and it pisses off my friend.
His wife isn't a very nice lady. She has a look on her face like she's just smelled something awful and she has bags under her eyes. She doesn't smile.
She argues.
She yells in her native tongue fiercely. It is her conversation and he has no choice but to listen. He shouts back but only to be heard. There is a sadness to his tone. A subtle plead of 'please stop' but she is relentless.
I wish I didn't understand them.
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