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My upstairs neighbor smells like the Kresge Co-op: barefeet, soil, long hair, the layer of grease over skin.  His wide-set eyes make him look like a deer.  My toilet was making a funny sound, so I ventured up the stairs and asked him to look at it.  We kicked it.  He fixed the toilet.  He talked about his chi, in relation to fixing the toilet.  No fucking joke.