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Yesterday afternoon, as I was buying instant noodles from the grocery store downstairs, the new security guard appoarched me after giving me a rather appraising look:
Him: Ma’am, what room do you live in?
Me, raising an eyebrow: Rm ***.
Him: Oh
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Well, you see,
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