Then one night, there were no rain falling in her eyes.
For the first time in her life, the well had been dried.
She stood up and took a sit in her fuzzy chair
And only the typewriter knew what she felt.
It is a silent cry, indeed.
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"Wansapanataym is a valentine, anong pangalan ng first love mo?"
"Y"
"A, B, C, D. . . W, X, Y"
"Truth or Dare?"
"Truth."
"Yieeee! Si Ya- - "
I woke up from another dream. No, it is not 'another,' it is 'again.' I can't do this anymore. I need to go back in the Philippines. I have to find out who it was.
