I hate saying goodbyes so much. I say Stephen from across the street and we waved our goodbyes, him not knowing it'd be our last. I ran into my host day on my shortcut home. And I got my last rostbratwurst at Super Doner. And in my poor German I told them that I'm leaving tomorrow morning, and I hope to see them if I'm ever in Germany again. And they told me, "when I come back, we'll probably still be right here, and you'll always have a friend in Germany"
I don't want to leave.
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