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Yippee Kiyay

      I rushed from work thru the traffic late at night to chance on your nearness.

Because
we
are
sisters.

     Don't mention,
                     by blood.

     You left your peers in the midst of social's night and pound the pavement with your three-inch pumps that you took off to get to me faster. And we met in a convenience store (thanks for its famed name we used as landmark ) in your blackened soles. You greeted me how skinny I was, even skinnier the last time you saw me. We exited ourselves, with our hands clasped together, and looked for the nearest fastfood (sorry health but we aftered for for the fastness of food service).
     
     Chats. Chats. Chats.

     The darkness in a quick passing budded into a farewell morning. You paid (with your student allowance from father) us our breakfast fastly eaten as we could over unstoppable chit-chats.

     How fast! Unjustifiably fast... But the meet up was a meet up so with the sleep-over.

      A PUV that first passed was flagged down and up I got in.

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