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46 Per Cent of Japan's Population Hide When Someone Rings the Doorbell
i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked put a sock in it and i remember reaching for the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once did turn away carol singers, but only after they'd finished their warbling did i thank them and slam it in their faces, i once called my mother's friend, feigning to be the fire brigade, and was aghast when she answered i told her we were probing into fire alarms the selling of them, if she was interested at the school gates, she enumerated the anecdote to my mother, who glared down at me as i felt my face go ruby, but no matter because i didn't succeed in selling a fire alarm or selling anything, but my mother looked perturbed when i waved and addressed the postman, as he actually wasn't our postman but his route took him to an aligned location and it stopped just at our street, but no matter because it would be the socialist workers party at our door next, asking for subs and my dad hit the roof, but amends was made when i returned home without my mother's knowledge surprised her as she began to weep behind the glass our parents, all paths lead back to them
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