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                    [Title] => A rally to remember
                    [Summary] => The slogans chanted haven’t changed: "Makibaka…," "Magkaisa…," "Patalsikin…." They are the same mantras mouthed. I never shouted these slogans, but I established friendships with those in crimson, burgundy, and pinks. I often asked myself, "Is this for real?" 

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Was that a long gun I saw partly hidden behind a military shield? It was. Was it an armalite? Yes! [DatePublished] => 2004-09-26 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 133272 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1773484 [AuthorName] => Tingting Cojuangco [SectionName] => Sunday Lifestyle [SectionUrl] => sunday-life [URL] => ) ) )
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                    [Title] => A rally to remember
                    [Summary] => The slogans chanted haven’t changed: "Makibaka…," "Magkaisa…," "Patalsikin…." They are the same mantras mouthed. I never shouted these slogans, but I established friendships with those in crimson, burgundy, and pinks. I often asked myself, "Is this for real?" 

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* * *
Was that a long gun I saw partly hidden behind a military shield? It was. Was it an armalite? Yes! [DatePublished] => 2004-09-26 00:00:00 [ColumnID] => 133272 [Focus] => 0 [AuthorID] => 1773484 [AuthorName] => Tingting Cojuangco [SectionName] => Sunday Lifestyle [SectionUrl] => sunday-life [URL] => ) ) )
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