February 27th, 2009 
admin My husband was ready.
He wore white long sleeves and beige pants, lively paced the alley and happily waited for a tricycle. Suddenly, a truck passed by and one of its wheels jerked over a muddy pothole. The next thing he knew was that he looked like an ice drop sprinkled with chocolate.
His outfit was muddied all over.
All the tambays were hooting, “ Ton, just one word and we’ll hurt somebody. He just smiled at them and told them to “cool it”. He went home, took a bath again and changed his outfit.
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