The other day I came home and there was a moving truck in the front of my building. The people that live upstairs from me were standing outside of it. I got a thrill, they're moving out! They are going to stop stomping on my head until 12:30 am every night.
Wait, they're taking the stuff OFF the truck? They're suppose to be putting the stuff ON the truck then driving it far, far away.
The only things I can think of is that more furniture means less open space for the little boy to run around in, more furniture means something to absorb the sound, more furniture means some weight on the creaky floor.
More furniture means they're staying for a while.
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