I miss the times when we were little kids: we would play tago-tago and bato-lata and patintero and jackstone, etc. No one minded where our playmates lived or what she wore, or how fat or skinny the other was. No one asked what income level their parents were or what kind of car they were driving. At the end of the day, no matter the status or physique, everyone was equal. We had scraped legs, muddy clothes, sweaty shirts and we were laughing, we had too much fun and we didn't have a care in the ...
"if that was what puppy love's suppose to be like, then the puppy really took it's stupid time to grow up." "yeah, i guess so..." "besides, if it *really* was puppy love, it should be dead by now. what, eleven years? dogs die after eleven years, you know." "uhm..." "'uhm...' what? what's that look on your face?" "how come i still hear it yapping every now and then here?" ...
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