The Summer of My 17th Year
Montāžas Apraksts
An almost but not really a love story
Montāžas Teksta
- THE SUMMER OF MY 17TH YEAR
- BY: H.O. SANTOS
- My name is Tim, it was really Timoteo before I went to Los Angeles.
- Oh, good. Then we’ll see a lot of each other.
- I’m Minda, John’s cousin. My family and I live next door to him.
- APRIL 5, 2002
- John and Tim had so many things to tell each other to get fully updated with what had happened since they last saw each other.
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- APRIL 6, 2002
- Where’s everybody?
- How far is the public market from here? Can you come with me?
- Okay, I’ll take you there. Besides, you’ll never get off this island alive if something happens to me.
- Oh, John will be back soon. He must have left early to check on the ranch.
- Tim wanted to try eating foods in the public market and so he invited Minda to escort him there and had their lunch.
- Would you prefer a Filipina or an American girlfriend?
- APRIL 7, 2002
- John is having a party in his house in honor of Tim. Meanwhile, Tim asked Minda to be his first dance.
- I really don’t know. But I know I want someone like you—pretty, happy, and not afraid to speak out. Too bad you’re too young.
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