"I'm nursing a hangover." Okay, how does Refinery 2.0 sound?
You're in Makati, caught between brunch and a bad place nursing a bad hangover; with a pair of jet-black sunglasses on acting as shutters for the unforgiving light, and a cheap cardigan and a pair of old sweats on concealing ...
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