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Martial law fiction

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AFTER Holy Week, my Papa's second cousin visited us. She had taken the train from Bicol to Manila, then hopped on the bus from Manila to Pampanga, the moment she heard the news.

Her son, Berto, had joined her other son, Noel, in Manila. The older Noel worked for a construction company owned by one of the president's cronies.