I kept hearing her, especially during midnight. "Who are you?" I kept asking the same question, but all I could hear was a small chuckle on the other end. She's mocking me- that was my thought everytime. But then, on one windy night while I was reading Haruki Murakami's latest book under the night lamp, the voice rang again. "Hi." That was all...
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