I got out of class in time to hear the last part of a lecture by a young woman from Spain. After the QandA, when people had left, I introduced myself to her and apologized for my lateness. Her hand was warm and damp when we shook hands. We started doing someone called 'michi tichi,' or a comparison of personal tastes, like "me gusta," "te gusta..." I wondered when I woke up whether michi tichi was real thing (it isn't).
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