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Now today's first story is simply titled The Wrestling Neighbors.

I was quite excited about that title, but I, 34 female, have moved in to my small suburban

home about three years ago.

It was my first time buying a place after years of renting, and I was beyond excited to

finally have something

that was mine. The neighborhoods seemed quiet and pleasant, exactly what I was looking

for after living in a noisy apartment complex for so long. Within the first week, I discovered

that my next-door neighbors were huge wrestling fans, and when I say huge, I mean WWE watching, championship belt

owning, full-on enthusiasts. At first, I was a bit concerned. I'm pretty quiet and keep to myself

mostly. But honestly, they turned out to be really nice people. The husband, Mike, early 40s, and his wife Jessica, late 30s, would

have these summer barbecues where they'd invite friends over, set up a projector in their

backyard and watch pay-per-view wrestling events. They'd grill amazing food. The smell would

waft over the fence and I'd be drooling. Play music at a reasonable volume and occasionally, after a few beers, the guys would start

playfully wrestling on their lawn.

I actually found it pretty entertaining.

Sometimes Mike would notice me in my garden and invite me over.

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