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| "Pina, Pina," she called weakly, from her cot. "Come here a moment. I have something to ask of you." | |
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| Pina had never been asked to do anything in her life, and she was quite prepared to refuse, but she said anyway, "What is it, Mother?" | |
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| Pina had never been asked to do anything in her life, and she was quite prepared to refuse, but she said anyway, "What is it, Mother?" | |
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| Pina had never been asked to do anything in her life, and she was quite prepared to refuse, but she said anyway, "What is it, Mother?" | |
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| "You have to, Pina!" her mother pleaded. "What will your poor Nanay eat?" | |
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| But Pina was immovable. At length her mother resorted to shouting if only to catch her attention. Moping, Pina dragged her heavy feet down the stairs to gather the things she needed to make lugaw. She | |
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