field notes from budapest: the travel date review literally no one asked for

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When I came back the next morning, Chris, an ex-Loft Hostel staff and old friend of the establishment, cornered me at the dining area. I was about to make a lunch of roasted summer vegetables.

“So, Emilie tells me you went out on a date last night. Was that why you weren’t back till an hour ago?”

I laughed. Busted.

“Just so long as you know its temporary. Easy. No complications.”

Exactly. Just two ships passing in the night.

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