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A few days ago, a new lady moved in a few houses down. Haven't heard a peep out of her since.

Until yesterday afternoon, when she came banging on my door, shouting about how if I wanted to shoot off fireworks all night, I needed to find somewhere else to do it. I kindly explained to her that the appeal of fireworks is kind of lost on me. She huffed about that, and said if I wanted to be a 'hooligan' I should find somewhere else to do it. About that time, Mrs. Richardson from across the street came to my rescue. Before she left, the new woman, Mrs. Carter, made one final comment about my 'hell-raising friends' coming and going at all hours of the night. There's only been one person over here past midnight since she moved in, and I don't know how much quieter he could be when he leaves.

I think she's spying on me. How creepy is that? If she's going to spy, she could at least have the decency to do it on someone who can spy on her back.