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"Combien?" I asked the food vendor that was selling cotton condy on a wooden kiosk. She told me the price and I bought two. While I was walking, I could see a lot of tourists. Especially, couples. No wonder Paris is called the city of love. It took me fifteen minutes to get to the house. The gate wasn't locked. Nakalimutan na naman siguro ni Manang. Pagpihit ko ng door knob ay sinalubong ako ng dilim. Inilapag ko muna sa isang tabi ang supot ng groceries bago ko binuksan ang ilaw. I gasped the moment the lights flickered open. There was a banner on the wall which read: Joyeux Anniversaire Mommy! May mga lobo pa sa sahig. Alexiana, my four year old daughter bounded down the stairs wearing a pink gown while holding a pink rose. Her long hair was curled and she was wearing a flower
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