My old Me

My old Me

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Ako si Ken 45 years old, napariwara ako dahil sa mga masamang impluwensya ng kasama ko ay naging magnanakaw ako at kung minsan ay nakakapatay ako. Nagnakaw ako ng isang milyon sa bangko at tinago ko sa bag ko at tumakbo pero sa kasamang palad hinahabol na ko ng pulis. Mabilis akong tumakbo at nakita ko ang museum, banda don ako nagtago at may nakita ako sa loob ng kakaibang bike. Pinadyak ko iyun ng pinadyak at di ko namalayan napunta na pala ako sa past. At nakita ko ang dati kong bahay at pati ang sarili ko pero 18 years old lang siya.
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