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Greeting

When I moved into the apartment across the hall, I thought I had made the worst mistake of my life. My neighbor was huge. I’m not exaggerating. He had shoulders so wide that he seemed to fill the entire doorway when he left his house. The first time I saw him, he was sitting on a leather sofa, holding a beer in one hand and wearing that kind of smile that makes you cross the street just to be safe. The problem wasn’t just him. It was his house. At any hour, there was music.