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“Seph, you sure about this?” I said, my heart hammering.
“Yeah, I am. Pwede ka magback out if you want.” He replied.
We just got off the parking lot of one of the higher class hotels in Manila. It was almost 11pm.
The tall building towered against the inky black sky. Traffic slowly whispered from behind us, like a hushed conversation of countless busybodies. A chill wind blew around my bare shins as I waited for my boyfriend to finish off with the car.