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58. More than the Justice
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Things would get really ugly for me. Alam kong mas lalo nila akong ididiin sa bagay na iyon. Hindi ko iyon itinuturing na baho ko. I totally accepted it. Hindi lang ako proud sa ilang desisyon ko sa buhay.
Sa Instagram nga, we only share for the happy memories, but we don’t let people see the bad ones. And it’s fine. We have to be careful on whom we share the deepest and darkest phase of our lives. Argh, why the hell do I sound angelic all of a sudden?
I was still thinking about Sioux. I want him out of the prison. He’s still in the custody of NBI. He’s so epal. He’s so bobo. Pinangunahan niya ako sa desisyon ko. He’s not really thinking. I told the Chinese guy that I want him out. Mayabang lang niyang tinanong kung kailan ko gustong lumabas si Centauri.
I was right. My vision was right. Things are not going to be in favor of me
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