So, there I was. Downstairs living room, with a cup of sugar cane juice, perched on the Yamaha piano stool,half-playing Flight of the Bumblebee and half-watching Gilmore Girls [yeah, yeah sue me]. It was a typical scene
of my daily night activities ... when the bloody phone rang. I dashed there, afraid the piercing ring might wake everyone up [yup
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