I wanted to meet up with a friend who had a farm in Freisland...and I wrote but never heard from him..So I went on to Europe anyway, flying into Amsterdam..couldn't stand the looks of Amsterdam (no offense) so I hopped on a train and said I'll get off at the first cute town, which was Lyden. I needed to wash clothes so I asked the tourist center where the nearest Laundromat was..I was on my way there when who do I see but my friend...he said oh there you are..wait right here while I get some milk..so I waited a while and concluded I was hallucinating...but then he came back. I had no idea he had another home and a shop in Lyden. He assumed I had known about his other house and was looking him up.

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