We had a settee set that came with a glass coffee table and side tables. Mom probably didn't know better not to have glass stuffs around with two rascals constantly biting each other's tail. One of those days, it must have been a hit and run situation - I hit you, you run after me and try reciprocate. While weaving through the living room, I can't remember how I landed on the glass side table and the next thing I know, pieces of thick glass shattered across the hallway. Thank God no one was hurt.
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