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         I stood outside for the first time since a very long time. I was in the dark of night, stood there alone shivering without shelter from the cold night's air. I saw something bright in the distant, it was a lamp post and beside it, a telephone booth. This must be the Telephone booth that person told me about, the one he used to call me, where is he? I kept walking and after awhile, saw a house in the distant. I came inside the house, it was like a typically one floored house, there was a low table in the middle of the guest room, on it were magazines, scattered on top of the table, I also saw a spilled glass of milk. I turned to the right and was surprised to see a person looking at me, between us was a long table with lots plate with half-eaten food on it. "Could you please help me tidy up the dishes?" said the mysterious girl. "Who are you?", I questioned. "Are you not going to help me tidy up? the house won't clean itself you  know.