“Why’s everyone so lifeless and quiet today?” my brother remarked aloud. “Must be alive and vibrant, like me!” I looked up from my book to see him amusingly perched barefoot next to me atop one of the four stone seats placed in a circle under a beach shed. It was Friday night, past 12, and we were chilling out at Changi beach. Kimberley
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