By my friend and fellow attendee of the 2009 Lithuania Summer Literary Seminar.

Maple Tree Literary Supplement
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So I hired a man to drive me, one day, the hundred and fifty kilometres from Vilnius to Pushalot. I would call it Pushalot. The man I hired charged far more than was reasonable and spoke almost no English. But he had a new black Mercedes, and he drove very fast. This was good.
