Weaving through the void decks while on the way to the MRT station, I got hit by, get this, a falling piece of laundry. And the fallen laundry wasn't some ordinary T-shirt, it was a jumbo size quill blanket. Luckily it only slightly brushed against my shoulder. Any closer to my head, you will be seeing me at CGH with that patented goofy grinning idiotic look of mine.
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