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Opposite World
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    Parts 7
  • WpHistory
    Time 32m
Ongoing, First published Apr 11, 2019
Mature
Aya Francisco. Ang babaeng puno ng kalungkutan sa kanyang puso. Pero may pag asa pa nga bang mapuno ng kasiyahan ang kanyang puso? Pero paano? Mapupuno kaya ng kasiyahan ang kanyang puso kung may ibang mundo pa syang mapupuntahan? Ano kaya ang mangyayari kay Aya kung mapunta sya sa kabaligtaran ng kanyang mundo? Will she be happy in another world or her heart will be full of loneliness?
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