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The moans of the 3rd A were moving. Although they made some neighbors blush when, too attentive, she listened to them. Like Marta, who one day scolded her while hanging laundry: Girl, you should be more careful when you're with your boyfriend, it's all audible... When the girl responded, cheeky, I don't have a boyfriend, Mrs. couldn't hide a great intrigue on her face. The 3rd A revealed the mystery: I masturbate, don't you? Marta lowered her gaze, put the last brooch and left without saying a word to the brunette of moans... Until one day the 3rd A rang the bell at Mrs. Marta, I'm moving out, this is for you, enjoy it. She winked an eye and left a discreet cardboard box and a kiss on the cheek. Many months passed until the apartment was rented again. With the move, Mrs. remembered the girl of moans. And also her goodbye gift, which had made her feel so offended. While new neighbors were moving furniture, she ran to find the cardboard box at the bottom of her closet. And then Marta's moans were moving.