#27 – The Time That I Got Robbed…

I hate it when stereotypes comes true. I take considerable pains to avoid pigeon-holing people with my pre-conceived notions. And yet there I was in Germany living a stereotypical moment. The friendly, naive, over-trusting Canadians got robbed at a hostel.

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A story of memories, making mistakes and moving on.

It has been six months since we spoke. And yet I still think of you everyday. I still miss you everyday. I still wish I could talk to you every day. If I could speak to you, what would I say?

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