Time In Praha, A Series of Open Letters

To the individual who stole my scarf:
maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

To the cute Czech boy who wanted to dance:
Call me.

To the bar that closed after the sun had come up:

WhyGod.

To my mangled face:

:(

But to my new bionic wonder hands:

awesome.

To my Czech Italian restaurant boyfriend:

My heart will go on.

To the 4hr train to somewhere with standing room only on which I had a level orange hangover and the barfs:

you know what you did

To the open window I considered throwing up out of:

I owe you flowers and dinner. (Call me.)

To the 17yr old German going to Munich:

Maybe when you're older.

To the city of Prague:

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