She badgered the maid, “Wag kalimutan! Yung mansanas sa bibig! Mansanas sa bibig!” she was hell-bent on making this party perfect. True enough, the grand entrance of the roasted lechon was a sight to behold: piled high on a silver platter, proudly carried by the maid while the crisp, red apple was clenched between her jaws.
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Going Mansanas
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