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| "A thousand eyes...!" she gasped, remembering a mother’s curse carelessly let out. "My Pina!" | |
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| But there was nothing to be done. Imagine a thousand black eyes and not one of them seeing, and not one of them being able to shed a tear. Pina’s mother, who still loved the child more than anything | |
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| To this day the Filipinos call the yellow fruit pinya, after the pretty spoiled child. | |
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