On Manila, Commuting, and Maybe a Bit of Adulting

"Kuya, para po." The jeepney that I rode abruptly came to a halt and in a few seconds, I found myself running across the overpass at Pacita Complex with sweat beads trickling down my forehead as I clutched my shoulder bag tightly to my side. I felt my phone vibrating inside my bag, and I …

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