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Enjoy the show. You know, and Welcome to a special throwback episode of Let's Not Meet. This week we're sharing some of the very best tales from the second season of the podcast. Buckle up because these are some particularly horrifying tales. I won't waste any more of your time, though.

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This is the best of season two.

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I was about 13 when my family went on our annual trip to Poland to visit my family.

My mother and father both come from a small,

rural village about two, three hours away from Warsaw. It's an idyllic little place that is

surrounded by lush forests and wheat fields. Life is different there. Everyone is very carefree

and relaxed. Being this small place that it is very carefree and relaxed.

Being the small place that it is, everyone knows one another,

since everyone essentially lives in the same street.

I had made a bit of a reputation for myself there,

being known as the American girl who visits in the summers.

So whenever I would arrive, the whole village would know. I loved the attention. All the kids wanted to play and adults doted upon me. One of the

townspeople I saw most frequently was Tomek. Tomek was a funny guy in his upper 20s who would work in the village deli store.

He would often give me extra meat any time my grandparents would send me out to pick up food or offer to show me inside the kitchen.

I never took him up on that offer. The idea of seeing how meat was made was too much for my 13-year-old mind.

Though I didn't know it at the time, Tomek had the reputation of being the town

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