I’d tell you I came back here, that I’m writing in this room, if you had not found another and are happy, I presume.
I’d tell you I returned and I have walked to you know where, if it were not to disturb you for so little, seems unfair.
I’d tell you I have chosen the exact same spot to lie, and perhaps I’ll never say so or I may do, by and by.

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