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Chapter Eleven: The Real Story
In the secluded part of the Masbate, near the seashore, a middle-aged man in his forties and his son, in his twenties were busy cleaning and fixing the inside of their Nipa hut. The old man was fixing the sink of their home while the young man was busy arranging their bedrooms when all of a sudden, a sound of the guns destroyed the happiness in their faces. Three unidentified person entered their home and dragged both the old man and his son out. They were dragging him outside while pointing a gun in each other's head. Both father and son were observing the other three people who went back inside their house. They can hear the sounds of the clashing casseroles, stainless cups, forks and spoons as well as the sound of flipping their tables. “Who are you people?” asked the old man, but t
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