Zef Harril
You were the one who's looking for his boots, saying he had a map to locate my house.
It was me.
I'm sorry. Hindi kita natiis.
I always read your messages and it always gets me. I'm sorry about what happened with your boss. I hope you'll have a kinder one next time. I really appreciate your rants about societal norms and their flaws. Your values really lighten me up.
I'm sorry for all those times I wasn't there 'cause I was stubborn.
No, you are always there.
It comforts me whenever I feel like looking for someone to talk to, then, I would text you. Even if you're not really texting me back, it still unloaded some of the heaviness.
You're number is a human diary.
It will still be, if you want.
I appreciate that.
It's actually very nice to hear your thoughts.
I look forward to it all the time. It just feels so familiar. It always gives me a warm feeling.
Let's not be stranger again, okay?
Got it, Zef.
Thanks, Dora.
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