Heartbeats In Prose
I pour out my random thoughts here. Tell me what you think. Help me make a stew - an edible one.
Thursday, May 1, 2014
Absentee
It was raining hard. And I was lost.
I couldn't find the way to McDonald's Recto because it was too dark, and the streets were filled with people, merchandise and filth. It was getting too frustrating that I started to cry.
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