Ice scramble cooled and numbed my tongue, and usual brain freeze as I laughingly enjoyed it, scattering some bubbly ice around my lips every 3:00 in the afternoon. That’s how I remember chatting with Ate Gorie Andal. From the latest … Continue reading
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