It's 7:45pm. My phone rings. It's a private number. It can only be one thing. Rarely would I bother picking up under these circumstances. Even rarer that I find myself talking to a telemarketer, however briefly, in English.
Me: Hello?
Her: Hello. Can you speak Chinese?
Me: Can you speak English?
Her: Oh, I can't speak English. Bye bye.
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You have a secret admirer who dreams of you every night dot dot dot
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