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LXXIV. By The Waterfront
A day with Oneil is a prized possession that is worth all the toil.
She has heard these lines so many times but when it keeps coming back, the words have gotten more serious than the last time Essi told her. Geovensia knew that she wasn’t sober enough last night to realize how her best friend did all these efforts starting from a six-hour drive, a lack of sleep, and full energy at the racecourse. Now, she has to help her by giving a massage.
“Essi, how much do you take care of yourself in Bayanihan?”
“I don’t know, I can’t remember,” Essi uttered. “Maybe barely.”
Geovensia heaved for her. “Essi, I really hope that this man deserves you. You have been busy at your work. But you’re busier for him. You even forgot to take care of yourself.” She jumped out from the couch to look for hydrating sheet masks. After preparing, she carefully placed one for herself and then to Essi.
Essi smiled at how Geovensia cared for her. “You’re really into beauty a
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