I managed a quick glance away from my work and at the amusing scene playing out in the first row of seats. There she was, tugging at his shirt and gesticulating about in front of his face. There he was, trying in obvious vain to escape her hazardous behavior. Her face cringed the moment she noticed that he was making no effort to take in her crap, and her temper flared before he could dodge it. No attempt was made to shield his ears from the blaring annoyance on his left. Amidst the strident screaming, he caught my eye and tried to look as pathetic as possible. I just shrugged and mouthed, “it’s your problem, baby.”
Hey sorry Mel I don’t think I can make it this Saturday, because it’s my cousin’s wedding period from this Saturday to Monday. And probably not the following Saturday too, because I’ll be catching Mr Tao at his showcase. Really sorry. You can slaughter me in any way you like.
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