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Oh, man...I understand. My old apartment was on a busy street so whenever they made repairs on it, they did it--you guessed it--at night. Since my bedroom happened to be on the front of the building just a couple yards from the street, and it had almost an entire wall of (uninsulated, turn-of-the-century style) windows, I was treated to a symphony of truck engine noises, banging, and jackhammering alllllll night long. They only worked on the street about three times while I lived there, but once they were apparently doing something pretty complicated because it took them several weeks to finish the job. I'm glad I don't live there anymore!
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