A memory, fuzzy in detail, vividly real wrt feelings:
RSPC circa early 2000s. Dateline: Balanga, Bataan. Amidst a sea of voices stilled by the scraggly sound of pen-on-paper, my oldest friend, M, and I decided to leave the orientation session. No maps in hand, only our two feet and our tongues. Can you point us in the direction of the market? We
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