Thanks, Magar.

Maybe it’d be better with a real friend, or an older one, but this traveling thing (though awesome) is a bit taxing. Not complaining, of course, I feel more than lucky to be able to have this experience at all, but still.

So when I came back and saw this at my door….well, it was a nice moment.

(I had a couple overdue books that I left in the kitchen and begged my flatmates to return for me for the price of freshly made cookies.)

Thanks. :)

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