One.

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On a bike, somewhere in Leyte, daddy and me. I have no memory of these times. Deep in my bones I know a fresh breeze will always be welcome on skin, riding bikes is a pleasant distraction, the sight of ocean is irreplaceable and my sense of security is rooted in mountains.

I have no memories of childhood, merely instinct undeniable as muscle jolting into action.

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