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AND I WAS CARRIED AWAY Ug Gianod Ako Marcel Navarra I do not want to see you again. I am angry at myself for what I have done. We haven’t seen each other for five months or more. But last night, we met at Letoile Parlor. I didn’t expect to see you there, but I found you seated in front of me. You probably noticed that I immediately look down the minute I saw you. Why I behaved that way, you will soon know. For the time being, it is enough for you to know that something had sneaked into my breast causing my flesh to shudder. I lost my appetite for ice cream. I was forced to look up when you asked: Say, Kid, where have you been all these month? You probably observed how long it took me to answer you though my mouth is open. The…show more content…
I can still imagine myself sitting in your back porch. Sometimes, I would leisurely lie there after having had lunch at home. If we were not discussing movies, I would bury myself in the pages of Graphic and other magazines in English which were your favorite reading matter. Your mother loved to listen to me read “Dora, the Child of the Murderer,” “Tarzan, the Ape-man,” “At the foot of the Cross,” and other articles in Bisaya. She did not want me to skip the short stories either. You envied me for my ability to write short stories which I sometimes sent to Bisaya. You encouraged me to write. You were the only one who appreciated my writings; the other members of your household considered them worthless because they could not understand them. But I just laughed. “Why have you stopped writing, Kid?” you asked me one evening. And I told you the reason. “A woman again! A woman was the cause of your quitting school, and now a woman again has robbed you of your interest in writing?” If you only knew that it was a woman who… Of course you were acquainted with the women who became my victims, and you knew those who swallowed my bait but were able to escape in time. You asked me once why I had such an easy time with women. I let out a loud laugh in answer because like me, you also have a weakness- you fear to be near them. You get nervous and uneasy. Not even once have I seen you talking to them when you were in their company.

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