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I smiled knowing the fact that Jim and I shared the same thoughts.
I roam my eyes and started to think that wala lang might be everybody's reason to why they drink coffee at seven pm. Just like the guy at table four, biting the tip of his pen, wala lang; the girl who slaps the shoulder of the guy beside her everytime someone at their crack a joke, the customer who sniffs the brew of the expresso before taking a sip, the girl at the table five who taps the table using her index and middle finger at a constant rhythym; everybody seems to have their own wala lang.
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