|| Eivel ||
Parang tumigil sa pag-andar ang oras. I really didn't knew what happened. As if. . . there's an erȓ̶̨̧̛͓͔̯̭̪̯͍̣̮̎̓̀̈́̉͑̅̓̊o̸̡̨̰̺̓̀͗͐̌͌͗̉̌̑̆̔͜͜͝ŗ̸͉͇̳̘͚̩̗͖̻̀̿̒̿̓͑̐̓͐̃̏́̄̕̚ͅ-
-̵-̷-̷-̸-̶-̵-̸-̶
This is my third day playing with the weird kid who always eats yogurt sticks.
Sigurado akong hindi ko siya kaklase dahil hindi ko siya nakikita sa classroom namin. Sadyang nagkikita lang talaga kami tuwing uwian sa parke sa school.
Lagi kaming naglalaro rito tuwing uwian at kadalasang nasa duyan kami kapag napagod kami sa paglalaro.
"Don't you have any friends?" natatawang sambit ng batang lalaking katabi ko.
Kumunot ang noo ko sa sinabi niya at napaismid. Pareho kaming nakaupo sa duyan at nakatingin sa langit na nagbabago na ang kulay dahil sa palubog na araw.
"Who needs them? May mapapala ba 'ko kapag meron ako?" giit ko.
Tawa ang sinagot niya sa sinabi ko. Nanatiling nakasubo sa bibig niya ang yogurt stick at nagsimula siyang iduyan ang sarili.
"Hmmm, they will play with you tho," sagot niya.
I looked at him and gave him an innocent look. "But you're already playing with me. So I don't need them."
Natigilan siya sa pagduyan at napunta ang tingin niya sa akin. He paused for a moment when our eyes met, then he flashed a smile.
"Then. . . I'll always play with you."
"It's a promise."
L̸̡̡̛̻͎͚̜͓̏̅̌̓̏́̂̓͌͐͝ͅi̷̧̡̲̘͇̤̝̣͇͉̠̐͜͜͜ä̷̢͇̪̰̜̖̝̻̝̪́̄̎̀͒̋̍͋͠r̶̨̢̡̛̖̯͚̜͕͎̹͉̳̝̠͎̙̭̖̦̋̈́̈́͆̇̋͒͒́͝͝.̸̝̫̼̱͚̝̬̈̓̐̒̆̋̓͌͊̓.̷̢̩͇̱͉̠̱̳͚͉̫̓̌̈̀̀̾̽̃̎̾̄̈́̓͒̓͌͌͝.̸̨̳̘͙͇̼̀̔͗͂̋̒̽͒̉̓̍́̽̚͝͠͝.̷̡̩̩̼̗̭̦͉̮͓͉̹̬̫͗̈͒͒̊͒̍̌̊̍͒̾́̕͝͝ ̴̰̰̦̝̜͇̩͕̰͚̙̦̂̈́̍͂͋͂̐̍̎͒̐͑̅͗̉̕ͅL̶̦͈̘̞͙͇̭̝̘͔̈́͋̎̉̓͘i̵̧̢͖̹͍̗͈̣͎̞̩̝̮̣̯̞͐̏̑͗̀̎̏̉̓̊̏̆͌̈̔͗͐̚͘a̸̜̹͑̉̿̓͋̒̐̄̂̌̅͑̾̔̋͐̚͜͠͝r̶̢̨̧̨̛̙͇̰̼̥͇͖̩̗̤͓͍͆̐̏̇̅̒̔̾̂͐͜͜.̷̢̧̥̻̣͇͈̹̰͇͈̳͖̞͓͓̣̝͓̌͑̆.̶̯̻̭̳͇̳̻͈̬͔̠̊̆ͅͅ.̴̢̛͉̮̻̘̖̮͔̪͕̜̮̙̦̖̦̞̩͐̋̉̌̑̽͗̍̓̄̓̚͝ͅ.̸̤̪̳̼̫̰̯́̅͛̈́̿̃̎͗͒̓͂͠ ̴̲̤͕̪͖̝̮̖͔̠͕̺̼̼͙̟̈̐͐̐́ͅL̷̢̧̢̧̟̭̰̞͇͚͔̤̝̜̫͓̜̺̑̋̏͑̌͗̉͗͆̾͆̃͝i̴̠̠̹̹͇̥͆͂͒̉͂͊̌̑̓̽̓̊̀̕a̵̪̣̽͐̉͊̎͛͛͆̆́̐͘r̷̡̨̢̧̧̬̝͈̦͍̞̤̭̳̰̲̱͒̋̽͂͊͛̋̈́̚͠.̵̢̦̗̳̮͕͈̟͉̹͎͓̻̫̖͔̣̮̿̋̒̽ͅ.̸̧͓̯̣̳̘͉͖̌̈́̐̆͐͂͂̋͋́̂͑̋͌̕͝.̵̨̧̨̛̺̺̲̖̼̯̳̭͕͖͎̰͌͌̌͒̈́̈̽͑̅̂͗͆̌͑̋̅͝͠.̸͎̤̘̳̞͇̙̹̳̝̍́͜ ̵̨̻̼̈́̄̌̎̈́̂͑̋L̶̡̺̯̺͖̙̣̘̗̠̺͎̯̟̇̈́͊̍̈̔̀́̋̾̎̋̏̊̔̕͠͠ͅȋ̴̢̨̠̪̪̠̭̹͈͕̞̳̭̣͗́̇̅͛̓̾̽̚a̵̝̙̳̪̾̓̓̾̍̈́̆́͂̒̏̿̚ȓ̷̻̰͚̥̝̼̩̠̝̱̤̰͓̖̳̰͐̄̈́͌̽͊̍̃́́̑̋͝ͅ.̸̧͇̼͚̘̆̏͛̉.̸̢̡̨̨̼̯̤̥̞̮͖͇̏̈́̈́̔͆̈́͊̊̔͑̒̚͜.̷̨̧͙̖̰̠͗̊̑͗̀̈́̅̚͠͝ͅ.̵̨̤̳͇̹̮̬̪̗̣̝̰̻̈́̇̆ ̵̗͎̦̠̦̯̹͍̤̯̳͇͙̩͕̩̙̖̽̏̑͊̈̒̈́͑͘͜Ĺ̶̢͎̥͉̯̂͒̔̈́̂́̕i̶̢̛̠̩͛͊́̈̊̈̄͊̓̂̍̈́̋̀͘͝͠͝a̷͓͔̥̔̓̅͒̈́̄̎̾̒͑̕͝͝r̶̙̮̬̃̈̐͛͒͌̀̆̌̿͌̃̾̎̐̊͝͠.̶̡̙̜̭͖̯̲̹͇̞̰͓̣̪͑̊͐̓͌͒́͋̄͆̿̓̓̾̚̚̕͘ͅ.̶̖͎̜̞̥̟̯͜͝.̷̨̡͔̜̻̀͗̈́͒͌̌̉͐̀̀͗̂̈́͛͜͠͠.̸̨̗̩̖̹̽̾̔̎̅́̊̄͋̚̕
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