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'There (l) our new neighbour now,' said Joe. I looked up and coming along the path
(2) a short, fat man. On his head (3) a bright red baseball cap. He ignored us and went into the house next door. We waited a moment. From an upstairs window (4) the sound of loud rock music. Joe sighed.
'Every day for the past week has been the same,' he said. 'Well, today's going to be different.' In his hand
(5) a letter from the council. 'This'll stop him,' he said.
We went next door and knocked. After a moment, the door opened and the music suddenly got louder.
There (6) a little old woman, looking up at us, smiling. On the sofa behind her (7) a fat old cat.
'Erm ... we've come about the noise,' mumbled Joe, confused at finding the old woman.
'Eh?' she said.
'About the noise. I've got a letter from the council,' shouted Joe. Suddenly, in the doorway (8) the same fat man I had seen earlier.
'She's quite deaf. That's why she plays her music so loud. Can I help you?'
Joe looked at the little old woman. 'Er ... no. No. That's okay.' He screwed the letter up and put it into
his pocket.
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