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The walls of his building were thin, too thin to concentrate, too thin to produce anything. He spent the hours working in his apartment wearing noise-cancelling headphones, his music drowning out most everything. The first time he heard the scream, he disregarded it as part of his playlist. The second time, he withdrew his headphones from his ears to reveal the same unremarkable yet loud apartment. Then he heard it a third time.