THE SMELL ME THAT TIME IN AGREEMENT THAT WAS THE PASTEL, NOUGAT, THE SMELL OF SMOKE A BELITAS.
WHAT TOUCH FELT THIS INSTANT WAS THAT WHEN MY MOM WAS EARNING THE PASTEL AND BELITAS ME BURNING OF HAND AND ME ARDI MY HAND.
WHAT I SIGHT AT THAT TIME WAS ALL MY SCHOOL OF FRIENDS YELLING THAT HER WITH A BITE OF PASTEL.
THE TASTE WAS WITH A TASTE OF THE PASTEL OF BAINIAN.
LISTEN TO ME WHAT YOU WERE AT THAT TIME WITH THE MAÑANITAS PLAYED THE GUITAR FOR MY FATHER.
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