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DIALOGUE/SCRIPT

INT. MONTE COAST TOWERS — NIGHT

Door opens.






GINNY
Santi.



GINNY
You're... not coming inside?











SANTI
Yeah. Saglit ka lang naman, 'di ba?



GINNY
Yup. But baka lamigin ka rito sa hallways?

GINNY
(smiles)
Halika na. I think paulan na, oh.
Baka mabasa ka pa here. Lapit natin sa window ng hallways.



GINNY
Enter ka na. Sabi mo, you haven't been here for quite some time na.




SANTI
Okay.


SANTI
Just tell me.

SANTI
If may need ka ibaba.





SANTI
Ako na magbubuhat.

GINNY
Okay.

INT. UNIT 1225, MONTE COAST TOWERS — NIGHT


Santi turns on the lights.






He remains standing beside the closed door, watching Ginny's back as she walks inside the unit.








His grip on the doorknob tightens.



GINNY
(laughs softly, not noticing Santi standing far from her)
I wonder how we managed to sleep noon on... this small bed.


Santi heaves a sigh before deciding to let go his grip of the knob.






He stands beside Ginny near the bed.



Ginny's eyes wander across the room. She spots her guitar sitting on the floor from the other side of the bed.




GINNY
I told you...




GINNY
(laughs)
To sell it.




Santi follows Ginny's gaze.

Silence envelopes the air.




SANTI
And I told you.





SANTI
I don't want anyone touching your things.



Their eyes refuse to meet each other as they stand there, idly, beside the bed.




Ginny heaves a sigh.
















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