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Luneta 5
I needed to bury the corpse of Roberto Policarpio, if not, the horror and violence that permeated my visions would continue. Bury him fast, but how? Where the fuck would I get two thousand pesos to reclaim his body? I wished I’d never met him. I’d never been so serious in life until now. Never…
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Luneta 4
I am reading the Luneta 3 blog, this was the first chapter of a novel I wrote in my mid-twenties. That was the age I was full of insecurities in my writing, something I still carry on today despite three decades of life in the USA where I spoke and wrote English everyday. I have…