Boy I am sure glad that I do not live over there in one of the houses across the street, right next to the water. At night the croaking and squeaking sound of a thousand and one frogs, toads and other amphibious creatures is bad enough. Imagine having to sleep in bed with your windows open right above that cacophony of sounds. The ironic thing is that while those houses are exactly like ours, except for the fact that they are stand-alone, they cost about half as much more than ours. Then again I might be suffering an acute case of over irritation at trivial sounds, something I was born with and make more of a big deal about than is necessary. The so-called poor souls living over there right next to the bunch of bull frogs probably do not notice a single thing. So what am I complaining about again?
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