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She hurried down Rizal Avenue, her sandals slapping against the pavement, a box of pastel pastries balanced in one hand. Her grandmother's birthday dinner started in twenty minutes, and she had promised — swore — she would not be the reason the lechon got cold this year. They sat on the roof of her ancestral
Nostalgic, sun-drenched, unhurried, and emotionally heightened by summer’s transience. He kissed her to shut her up