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“Ingrid, where’s your kitchen again? I keep forgetting, must be the altitude.”
Ingrid just gestured calmly. “Right where it’s always been. Sa kaliwa. Or maybe the air pressure’s too low for your brain today.”
Damn. I coughed, hiding my grin with a sip of juice. Rachel knotted her forehead at hindi na nakipag argue at sumunod nalang. Nang makabalik siya. Naupo na kami sa mesa, and while we were all eating, the questions started.
“So, tell us,” Tita Juna began, “How was paradise? Any, life-changing revelations?”
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