Babysitting at Hunted House

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Havana, ooh na-na (ay)Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay) “Hazel… Can you come downstairs just for a minute….?” Dad shouted. I was in my study-room, lay back on my bed with closed door. And my ears were covered with my newly purchased Bluetooth headphone—which was delivered in afternoon when I was in college. Camila Cabello’s latest Hit song ‘Havana’ was bombarding on my eardrum with full on volume. ‘Damn…!! What a sound quality is…!’ I thought being more happier to have the quality headphone. My body was also in full mood of dancing with its flawless