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CITW CHAPTER 1
"Larkin Sanchez," the emcee called for the eighteen roses.
Everyone looked around, trying to find the famous and great Arkin. I heard some whispers from the crowd. Napakunot ang no ko at tumingin din sa paligid, sinusubukan ko siyang hanapin. Saan ba nagpunta 'yon?! How dare he ruin my party?!
We waited for a few more seconds. The emcee was about to call another name but someone stood up.
Kumunot ang noo ko nang may lalaking naglakad palapit, mukhang napilitan lang. He was holding a rose, nakasimangot. Some were shocked because the man wasn't Arkin. I was... someone I didn't even know! What the fuck! Sino 'to?!
Binigay niya sa 'kin ang rose at kinuha ko 'yon. I went with the flow and I acted normal para hindi masira ang party. He awkwardly placed his hand on my waist, and I put my hands on his shoulders.
