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| Okay then, I had been telling you a war stories before, of things that happen to your father and to your father's father which is my brother. | |
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| What I'm going to tell you is a little different, but something that you will hopefully remember when you find the need for this memory. | |
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| I was the third son of Bustamante, a town hall clerk, and carmensita, a housewife, in a small town called CANDA, somewhere in Bukidnon. It was far from here, very far. | |
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