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... but I wouldn’t get home until very late in the evening.
On the table was my cold meal, covered in banana leaves—a bowl of rice and a bowl of milkfish stew. Beside them were a plate and a spoon and fork.
Isabela must have waited for me for a while.
I threw my rayadillo jacket onto the sofa, and it left my shoulders like a bag of stones.
Then I removed the socks—they had felt like cold metal chains wrapped around my legs.
Tired and hungry, I dug into the mea ...
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