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This book, French Women for All Seasons written by Mireille Guiliano, is one of the books I wish I own. And I saw this once and it was on sale for fuckin' P50 on National Bookstore. I held it in my arms then I remembered that I don't have money with me, even a single cent. So I left it for a while then went out of the store to look for my mom to ask her for money. Then when I came back to finally pay for it, I can't find it anymore. Instead, I saw a girl holding it and I was really fucking devastated! I was drowning in regrets for leaving it. I wasn't out that long! It was just like, 2 minutes! So yeah, I stalked the girl around the store waiting for her to put down that book, wishing she would change her mind and realize that she doesn't want that book at all and look for something else. But she didn't because she paid for it after some time. And there goes my book... and I left the store with a broken heart. I even tried looking for it in Book Sale but there's no trace of that book there. So I left again, with a heart crushed into minute particles already.


And then...

When boyfriend and I visited the National Bookstore in Las Pinas, I saw that book again. Not on sale but hoping to see a P50 tag on it, I was filled with hope, I was gaining happiness, Oh redemption, but WTF?! It costs P945! I just fuckin' saw it weeks ago with a tag of P50! How could that be!?


And yeah, for the third time, I left the store again, with unimaginably more broken heart. I was more than devastated.