This is an old apartment complex. The walls are thin. And I spend a lot of time in silence in my room (reading, planning my lesson, elegant leisure stuff) So this is how I know that Young Love is dying upstairs. The kid who lives up there is currently being dumped by his girlfriend. Look, I'm not trying to eavesdrop or anything, it's just that when I'm in my room and both of our windows are open I can hear just about everything that goes on up there. 99% of the time it is just him smoking weed and listening to really loud rap music. So this is something new.
Let me tell you, he is a wreck. He is sobbing. There's been a lot of storming out of the room (clomp, clomp, clomp) and storming back in (more with the clomping) and a lot of swearing and accusing (from her) and crying (from him). And the only thing he's said the whole time is, "Babe, I'm sorry. Baaaaaaaaaaaabe, I'm soooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry! Babe. BAAAAAAABBBBBBBEEEEEEEEE. Babe! Please. I'm sooooooooooorrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyyyyy." She has done most of the talking and it is unrepeatable.
I'm about to go up there and suggest that she just leave because who wants to be with such a whiner.