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“Bakit ganoon ang tao? Kapag kahihiyan ng kapwa, hinding hindi nakakalimutan. Lilibakin ka hanggang sa tabunan ka na ng lupa. Pero ang mga kabutihang ginawa mo ay agad na nawawala sa isip nila. Ibabaon sabay ng pagkalagot ng hininga mo.”

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Book:School Trip
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