It is the last night of the world, and we are sitting right beside each other by our small balcony, as we watch the stars crash into neighboring planets. The house right beside us is burning, and we can see Mang Ruben and the Heneroso family running down the street, carrying TVs and extra clothes and what-have-you. I tell you that I don't see the
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