Everyday I pump in the storage room and have to get the key from the nearby room. Sometimes I stop by to chat with its residents. Today, one of them caught me storing the milk in the fridge near my room.
Him: what’s on the frigde? Food?
Me: nope, it’s my milk.
Him: whaa…? so that’s what you’re doing everyday in the storage room!!!!
Me: what have you been thinking? Me semedi there????
(can not find the right word for semedi. It’s like meditating but for some kind of divine inspiration I think. Hehehehe…..)
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