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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
As he looked at the clock sitting on top of the piano, Detective Raines let out a slow sigh of annoyance. He had been on the phone with this particular client for more than two hours already, yet to him it felt like they’ve barely started.
Today, in the midst of all the fanfare and commotion brought about by the season, we remember an important person. Not because of his status in life, or how much money he had in the bank. We remember him, because of the difference he made in our lives. He was Raemond Dieter Racho Arizala, a son, a brother, a friend.
They say he made some wrong decisions in life, and that it was these decisions that led him to his death. Perhaps there was some truth to it. True, to all those who knew him well he was a great person, but great as he may be, RD was no saint. There are those who may affirm how much RD had hurt them, how he may have led them to believe in forever, and how just as subtle, paved the ground with his own deceit. I for one may never know the true story behind all this, for what I know are mere whispers of what actually transpired.