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We drift in. Hawker centre philosophers,  MRT musicians, midnight coders  carrying home in our backpacks. Pull up plastic chairs  Order kopi, order stories.

Your Tuesday is my Thursday  Your somewhere is my everywhere  Clock means nothing when motion is home. Singlish mixed with everywhere English  Laughter needs no translation  Head nods speak louder than LinkedIn.

Come as you are,
half-packed, fully caffeinated.

We gather. We scatter. We remember.
For wanderers who haven't left yet and locals who never stopped moving

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