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Oct 2015
“When will you know if you like a person?” I asked him.
“Well, when you're constantly thinking about that person- that you may even forget about important things when you’re with him.”
“Like what important things?” I asked again.
“Like your cooking, now burning in the kitchen.” He pointed at the kitchen, infused with smoke.
Hanna Mae Mata
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Hanna Mae Mata  21/F/Ph
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