leaving a wake with my mom...  a dear family friend rushed to us, greeted my mom then, pointing to a guy at his table, told me:  'that guy is also from <neighborhood>...  he says he sees you whenever you buy pan de sal at the store...'

me:  'haha...  you know, either he's mistaken or he's outright lying...  i don't buy pan de sal there...  it's dad and <brother> who do...'

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