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Petting in the city

By Carla Paras-Sison | July 22, 2002 - 12:00am

As a child, I remember begging my parents to buy me one of those chicks, ducklings or painted-on mayas being sold outside the parish church after Sunday mass. Not once did they permit it, saying the poor birds would...

Business As Usual