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July 12, 2016
Jerry indulges my late-night cravings of oily food. He would randomly knock on my door smelling of fried rice and on nights that I didn't ask for him to come, I would fake disdain at whatever Chinese food he is holding up, but he would see through my pretense and lovingly shove his pasalubong to my face, give me an awkward hug (because by then I'd be holding the package of food to my chest and loving it like a mother) and he would head to my refrigerator to look for his frozen green tea KitKats. I miss him.