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“Unwell”“ He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not” patuloy ang pagtatanggal ni Lhara ng petals ng bulaklak ng rosas, paisa isa habang nakaupo kaming dalawa sa may gilid ng poste ng street lights dito sa aming barangay.Hinihintay kasi namin na maluto ang atay na binibili namin, tahimik kong tinatanaw ang bahay na walang taong nakatira. Dandelion ang kulay ng bahay habang ang bubong naman ay kulay pula, maraming halaman sa paligid, mayroong care taker ang bahay, kata
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