I walked past the three men who looked like serenading a lady in a busy corner of a street at the very early hour of the morning and I figured out why they were drawing crowd with only spitballs
in their hands. On a Friday morning, the sight was such a pleasant view and listening to their music makes me feel like I was in a different place, relaxing and having a real good time. This is what I love when you're not rushing to go on a work or running to catch the train. I wish it's always Friday with nothing
much to think of workloads and just enjoying random sight.
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