Nightmare
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Last published Mon, Sep 21, 2020
"when the night starts, many things happened."
Ang storyang ito ay tungkol sa babaeng hindi marunong magmahal dahil sa past nya at para sa kanya isang bangungot lang ang magmahal ng totoo.Nasanay syang talikuran at iwan sa ere ang mga taong sumusubok mahalin at tanggapin kung sino sya.
Ang gusto nya lang ay maging masaya at makontento sa mga kaibigan lamang.May lalaking darating sa buhay nya na susubukan ang damdamin nya sa pagmamahal.pareho silang may pagmamahal na hinahanap ngunit sa isa't-isa kaya nila iyun mahanap? at magawa kaya nilang maibigay ang pangangailangan ng bawat isa?
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