They will never let you go back to Quezon City again. We've had our best martinis of words, the last mixes of them, gulped in seven snazzy seconds. Because you chose to shed cocktails of raging cosmopolitans of red, while I still choose to wake up in beds, we're now completely unlike how we used to plan our grand soirees. Party girl, my soul sister, until we meet again, until each of our wars are finally over.
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sino si soul sister na nangyayari?