27.02.07; Tuesday

My apologies for the delay. Grace sent me this message, translated into eye-friendly version:

"I dreamt about us. We were walking in a dirty building lived by whores, skanks and its full of sinampay in the hallway. We have backpacks, then we dropped off Ortigas because you need to get something from a mall. It has a weird stairway, the building was really filthy."

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