Then when I saw what it was and my curiosity was sufficiently sated, I closed the door and went about my business.
Telltale signs of a road accident in my neighbourhood: the unexpected crash sound (today, accompanied by a mild but startled scream), followed by the resumption of traffic noises at a muted level, because I live on a not-so-wide road and if the accident takes up even one lane, everyone has to slow down to pass (and stare, of course).
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1 Comments:
no lah, you haven't ascended to kaypoh auntie yet. KPA is when you call your friend about it 5 min later after the accident.
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