On August 12th, 2019, my landlords had a very loud fight downstairs with another tenant. The following is an anagram containing only quotes of what they said
Terry, you’re egging him on
This isn’t helping
Oh, where did I go wrong?
Don’t have a Plan B
The police are on their way, hey
Get outta my husband’s face
I didn’t, I didn’t know if I hung up on you
Come get your Dad
Came home drunk, he won’t go in his room
He should take care of himself; Got my own problems, too
Oh no, I’m not having this discussion with you
You go to jail or you, or you stay in that room
Don’t you dare, don’t you
Don’t you come out that room
No, don’t you dare, don’t you
Don’t you come out that room
No, don’t you dare, don’t you
I’ve heard enough from you, oh
Terry, he blew a fuse at 90 trying to get himself clean
In the room, or I’ll call the police
You’re not listening
Those are the choices
We were doing so, so well
You’re gonna have to find a new place to live
Ooh
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