2. As I hurried towards my apartment, I could hear my dog, Ringo, howling. “Oh
no!" I thought. "Mr. Jenson is going to be so mad." Mr. Jenson was the cranky
man who lived next door and was always complaining to my mom. It seemed
as if he were always knocking on our door to tell us to turn down our TV or walk
more quietly. It didn't matter how low we kept the TV or how quietly we walked,
he always seemed to be complaining. With Ringo making so much noise, Mr.
Jenson would finally have a real reason to complain.

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