The Lone Star At Night

The Lone Star At Night

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Si Valene Mary Lacasse ay isang lock na mahirap buksan. Valene is the exact definition of a closed book. Magka-klase si Valene at Aquil, prom nila noon at ang dalawa nalang ang walang ka-date kaya pinag-pares nalang sila ng teacher nila. Sa gabi ng promenade, naka-usap niya si Valene sa hardin at nalaman niya kung bakit laging mag-isa ang babae. But still, why? Why would such a beautiful girl love being alone? "I love being alone. I've been alone all these years and I got along with life just fine. Better than I was before. But there is a cost to it. Being alone means starting a war inside of you that you can never win," wika ng babae habang naka-titig sa madilim na kalangitan at matamlay na naka-ngiti.
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