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Here's a random thought:
Imagine we're in the MRT on the way to Jurong East. We're standing beside the door. You're leaning on the side and me holding on to the handrail, facing you. And there's this 1 part where the MRT will jerk while changing track and I lose my balance and fall forward. And by weird luck I fall forward and kiss you on the cheek! o.O
Ok I should stop crapping.
9:43 PM