The past weeks were kind to the sleepyheads--very generous even--with the cool breeze and cloudy skies. Those were days when hunger was constantly knocking at my door, and nothing too significant was done except gather sweet dreams.
The icy tail of the cold front and the blow of the Amihan had been synergistic forces. They were almost some magic formula for increased sales of sweaters and jackets, increased attention for weather reports, and decreased interest for school lessons.
And yes, there had been some internal coldness. Nothing that could not be cured by a bowl of hot noodles, though.
The icy tail of the cold front and the blow of the Amihan had been synergistic forces. They were almost some magic formula for increased sales of sweaters and jackets, increased attention for weather reports, and decreased interest for school lessons.
And yes, there had been some internal coldness. Nothing that could not be cured by a bowl of hot noodles, though.
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