Go Meg, go!

I can’t believe this! The guy I like here in Prague seems to like me, too. That never happens! Only for other people! Never for Meg! Go me! His name is Georg. He’s such a dreamboat. In my honor, and referring to me as the guest of honor, he brought home-cooked food to the writersContinue reading “Go Meg, go!”

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