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Last Christmas in Katowice, Poland I met a girl named Megi Szu and Lola in a Polish pub called Presja. They are Polish but they used English names. Or half English.

Szu = shoe

Megi = Maggie


maggie shoe

Lola = Lola

We sat on an old couch with plastic flapping in the wind. We talked about rice patties and being wet. Megi Szu lived with a man in Nepal. They both told me about getting wet. It was a mysterious wet. I learned a lot.

Here is a wee excerpt picked up by Thought Catalog:


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