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I locked myself out again. I had left the key behind and neither had I have my mobile phone with me. As there was no other choice, I knocked the door of one of the units of the house whose resident I had met before. She was really helpful and tried to contact the guy of the management company, and he, as expected, was unwilling to offer help by coming here to open the door. She called a few other different numbers to no avail. I decided to seek help from the guy who manages one of the restaurants down there and might know the phone number of a locksmith. This man of this noodle/xiao loong pao shop scraped off a phone number from an outside post or something. It took just second for the locksmith who came to open the door. I befriended with a cute boy of her.
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