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Dueling digiots

By Butch Dalisay | March 1, 2004 - 12:00am

It’s 4:05 in the morning and I’m in Terminal 2, waiting for the 5 a.m. red-eye to Davao. It’s the fourth time in a year that I’m going there, and since I don’t live there, that’s a lot;...

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