“I don’t meet you when you were still baby or during your acquiring knowledge but I know you. Those ill-mannered of yours tell you who you are, a lonely and rare man like you who kept hiding in a roughly behavior di ba?”she muttered, unavoidably and surely while swallowing the alcoholic liquid. Plenty.
Ason laughed obligingly. His snow-colored teeth emits in a dashing and extremely growing laugh which is strange for her. She gained a peculiar feeling of loss by his ungodly presence and charisma.
(Finished Story/Tagalog)
Jayson Rey Thompson and Claire Delos Santos
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