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A wide, coffee-colored eye gawked in disbelief at an electronic clock sitting innocently on Denise Collins' dresser as she let loose an aggravated groan. "Twelve, fifteen in the morning and the asshole has struck again," she huffed, her muffled words dripping with attitude and malice; Apartment 403's blaring music had been turning her adjacent apartment into a concert hall for half an hour, now. Led Zeppelins' guitarist's bellowing notes sliced through the paper-thin walls of her home like a hot knife through butter, each chord sending vigorous vibrations that jostled photos from their places.

Fuck, I cannot do another night of this. Not, now, right in the middle of mid-terms..

Normally non-confrontational, the 21 year old Art major, would have just lied awake grumbling but with a calculus exam looming in the morning- something had to be done.