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She smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes.
“It’s the screaming,” she said. “Children shouldn’t be screaming outside. It’s not appropriate.”
“They’re just playing,” I said. “They’re not even near your yard.”
“It’s very disruptive,” she replied. “I moved here because it’s a quiet street.”
I looked around at the bikes, chalk drawings, and basketball hoops.
“It’s a family street,” I said slowly. “There are kids in almost every house.”
Her jaw tightened. “Just… keep them under control,” she said.
“Please.”
Then she turned and walked away like she’d done something noble.
I stood there, stunned. The boys looked confused.
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