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Hem, you know I don’t think that owner’s wife where you live likes me. She wouldn’t let me wait upstairs for you.”I’ll tell her,’ I said.’Don’t bother. I can always wait here. It’s very pleasant in the sun now, isn’t it?”It’s fall now,’ I said. ‘I don’t think you dress warmly enough.”It’s only cool in the evening,’ Evan said. ‘I’ll wear my coat.”Do you know where it is?”No. But it’s somewhere safe.”How do you know?”Because I left the poem in it.
