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Mi apologia. This has nothing to do with the Fil-Am coverage but there are times when one has to give way to a personal loss.


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A friend is gone

By Lito Tacujan | December 8, 2001 - 12:00am

BAGUIO CITY — The yellowish screen of the Nokia faded. The text dimmed. Suddenly there’s a rush of unimagined grief. A friend is gone. And what cut deeper into the guts was the plain, muted cry of the daughter...

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