Girl, Boy, Bakla, Tomboy Page #2

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Oh my God!

When are you gonna get married?

I'm gonna die of excitement! I am...

I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die!

I'm gonna die!

Joke.

Soon, girl. Don't worry,

it's going to be very soon.

Right?

How I wish Dave is as sweet

and thoughtful as my dad.

Maybe all he cares are my boobies.

Why don't you two break up?

My boobies?

No! Your boyfriend Dave.

Papa, don't preach.

I've been losing sleep.

But I made up my mind.

Fm not keeping my baby.

I'm out of here.

Peter, your medicine!

Pps!

Bro, this is too much.

I think I consumed all your blood.

Fm sorry for my anemia...

Don't worry. Even if I run out of blood,

I still have my phlegm.

We still have lots of friends

who can donate blood.

Our carabao "Kalalakihan."

Hers.

Why me?

I need blood, not squid ink.

Stop fooling around.

What's important is Panying is okay.

So rest now, my daughter.

I'm okay but I feel weak

with this pink hospital gown.

Can I get the blue one next time?

Let's go. They're okay now.

Sister, go ahead.

I'll take care of them.

I'll take care of Mark.

Okay, I'll go now.

It's okay, Ma.

Rest well.

Take care.

Uncle, why don't you go ahead?

He'll take care of me.

He's okay.

And you, you're okay now, right?

You can go now and leave us here.

You said you're feeling better.

Ouch!

Sit beside me.

Peter Jackstone.

Yes, Doc?

Your son has a long-term

infection of Hepatitis C.

The virus is getting alarming.

Is it curable?

Yes, but we need a compatible donor

as soon as possible.

But there's no one in the family

who's compatible.

But I think, we are compatible.

Do you have any other family members?

Unless you tell them the truth.

Well, excuse me.

Tell us what, Pops?

The truth about you and Girlie.

What?!

We're not twins?

You're twins! Isn't it obvious?

But you're not just twins.

What? We're married?

Your brother has a damaged liver

while you have a damaged brain!

You're not just twins,

you're quadruplets!

You mean there are two other Girlies?

Another boy and another girl.

We have to go to the Philippines.

We need to find your siblings

and your mother.

What?

I thought she's dead. Granny told us.

Granny... Granny is such a...

Granny is such a... goose.

Why didn't you tell us, Dad?

Why? Why? Why?!

- Why?!

- Don't shout at me!

Why?

I don't need to explain!

Our priority is for

your brother to be cured.

So, this is Manila.

Crowded, polluted area.

Why are you looking at me?

- It's too crowded here.

- Here, we're sure you'll get cured.

Unlike in the province,

when you get an attack...

we resort to herbal medicine.

Are we just going to chat here?

Aren't we going to

the house we're renting?

Let's go before they

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