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...'
; p
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