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| I had been telling you war stories before, of things that happened to your father and to your father’s father, who was my brother. | |
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| what I am 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 Francisco, a town hall clerk, and Carmencita, a housewife, in a small town called Canda, somewhere south in Bukidnon. It is far from here, very far | |
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