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Here the sound travels up. Usually the people above us don't make much noise, but after a month here I did hear strange thumping noises. They weren't sex noises. They were stomping noises, like someone was knocking on the floor so they could come into our room.
I went upstairs and knocked on room 300. A large boy answered.
"Hi, I live right underneath you. Um, I was wondering...I heard these noises coming from upstairs..."
"Oh, I don't live here. [But he was in the room...]
"The guy, he's in the other room over there - want me to go get him?"
"Oh, no, that's okay. I was just wondering...um, maybe the bass on your music is turned up?"
"Let me go ask him." He trots off, and returns.
"Nope, sorry. He doesn't know."
"Well, thank you, anyway." I give up and turn to leave. As he closes the door I realize he is holding a wiffle bat in his hand.
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