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XVII. Race to the Heart
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2021-11-03 05:00:11Publicity does not last. But the people of Bayanihan will always find the reason to crown Essi as the talk of the town. It is redeeming that it is no more primarily on her relationship although there’s no guarantee of avoiding a bad light. They now look at her because of her equestrian talents. They would pass by her house and check how she is. They would never forget supplying their reminder about the festival and why she needs to join.
Tata Ramon is not an exception as well. Just like them, he asked Essi what she has been doing lately.
“I’m still looking for someone who is also named Riley. His alma mater didn’t respond to my letter yet,” she answered.
“How about your time with Oneil?”
“He’s friendly. I think it got a lot better now.”
Tata Ramon nodded as if he expected this to happen. Just as he declared to his wife, he will always take Essi’s side. He proceeded to reveal something he witnessed at the mango orchard.
While Essi was w
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