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"I know the routine, put another nickel/ In the machine/ I feel kind of bad, can't you make the music
Easy and sad..."——Frank Sinatra, "One for My Baby (And One More for the Road)"

Noy Romy had tried cobra's venom, the talisman of plantain, and lighting candles on the balete trees ahead of his house, which was perched on a cliff in Uling, Naga—but his blood pressure was still high and he was often groggy and felt like pissing, signs that the sweetness in his veins had soared again.

Doc Patikul had said to him when he visited the health center last year: your blood sugar and pressure are topnotchers. Not even brewing lemongrass and holding garlic inside one's mouth could help.

Januar yap biography sample pdf

What, with him making soup from pork fat—fisting its lumpy bits and then tossing it onto steaming rice. Oh, every grain of white rice glistened, even more so his maw whenever he stuffed rice into his mouth with his hands. It would hav