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Ang Misis Kung Palaging TAMA
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Ongoing, First published May 08, 2024
Alam mo ba yung feeling na sa buhay mag Asawa Di mapigilan magkaroon kayo ng pagaaway o Di pagkakaunawaan. Pero, paano na lang kung sa bawat pag aaway ay siya nalang Ang palaging TAMA at Di siya magpatalo sa kung anong pagtatalo niyo. Pero, Kahit na ganun, intindihin nalang natin Ang mga Asawa natin. Kasi, Ganiyan naman lagi eh, Ang Mga BABAE, Palaging Tama Yan. 😁

Pakinggan Ang kwento namin ng misis kung walang ibang ginawa KUNDI maging TAMA.
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