Kidnapped By Mistake
Damn self.
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By Thursday, I felt it in full: the feverish warmth under my skin, the dull pounding in the back of my head, the aching limbs. But I still went to work. Wrapped myself in layers. Drank salabat I couldn’t afford. Popped paracetamol and hoped for the best.
“Girl, mukha kang hindi okay,” bulong ni Sarah habang nagpa-print ako ng onboarding checklist.
“Okay lang. Pagod lang ‘to,” I muttered, kahit ako mismo hindi naniniwala.
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