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UN, Central, Carriedo

By Juaniyo Arcellana | April 10, 2006 - 12:00am

Once there was a girl, nameless as usual, whom we followed in a jeepney ride along Taft Avenue in a now forgotten decade. A girl from St. Scholastica’s College, with a bracelet around her ankle. She got off...

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