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I had one good neighbor in my apartment complex in college.. he helped me get my cat out of my downstairs neighbor's apartment once when she fell down into the wall and through the ceiling tiles into his bathtub.
I don't really have "neighbors" now.. my boss lives in the closest house to the barn, the other neighbors are pretty private. I guess you could call the horses my neighbors.. they poop a lot.
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