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| just another kid by torey hayden |
I found this book inside a drawer on one of our dilapidated antique cabinets upon which we stow unrecognizable house 'stuff'. Stuff like part of a door knob, rusty wrench, a half blade of a scissor and tweezers(!!!). Atrocious? You bet! I don't even know why my Tita still keep these hideous things and bring instead those so-called 'house stuff' to a garage shop or a magbabakal (garbage/waste collector). I can't even begin to fathom the sentimentality behind it.
