But right there in the lobby was that middle-aged couple who moved in on the third floor about a year ago and are notorious dipsomaniacs. Some days they barely make it up or down the stairs, like they’re moving about on a ship as the waves roll, and cuss each other out as they gingerly maneuver the wobbly staircase (though I’ve never seen them get physical).
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