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Thursday, December 27, 2007 2:08 AM

If you were at Mount Elizabeth Hospital this sunny morning, and if you were walking, walking, walking and;
you saw this girl getting out of her mum's car and as she walked into the lobby, boom, she slipped on a fat large, totally unnecessary patch of oil on the cold hard floor and she fell flat right in front of a damned taxi and got up almost immediately with a swollen pinky finger (red and absolutely enlarged) and a bruised knee (blue and amazingly fugly), you should have said hi. It was me alright.


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