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Chloe
I GOT Chloe when I was 13 years old—I lost her when I was 20. Chloe was a white and...
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“I’m not an artist,” I said, blurring the drawing I poorly attempted to trace in the sand with my fingers….
You were never really happy with your body. It never looked the way you wanted it to look. The stomach…
It was close to midnight. I was cramming the final paper for my hated class-which-shall-not-be-named hours before the deadline. I…
The Filipino language is something I see as achingly beautiful and uncomplex. Unlike the English language, with all its ridiculous…
“Ang kurso mo ay AB IS? International Studies ba ‘yon?” Explaining what my course is can be difficult—the phrase “AB…
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