I don’t know who you are, But I see evidence of your visits. The cup turned over in the sink. The cupboards slightly left ajar. A book taken off the shelf. And placed back in the wrong spot.
I don’t know who you are. Should I be suspicious? Should I check the windows? Bolt the doors? Somehow I don’t think you mean any harm.
Just looking for some crumbs to eat.
I am curious but don’t want to scare you away. My kitchen is open anytime you need.
I’m ready to talk whenever you are, but I won’t press you. Take what is mine. Take your own time.
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