I returned and you weren’t here – just a note. Not even a note as such. You opened the door to me then left with your dog taking the dog cage too. I noticed the things that you had left and taken. For an hour, I repeatedly looked for you in the same places – in the note, on the sofa, in your room, on the phone screen and in the absolute emptiness and silence. You are not here to hear the new sounds. You left and purposely left no clues. At night, I again looked for you. When you come back, I may already be on the train to London and you may feel relief. Come, stay, leave, go, return, leave again, hui lai. We agree that Sheffield has its charms, especially first thing in
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