I tell X I feel like a tinker walking into a new village, though it seems I’ve lived here for a long time, I say. I half expect a householder, someone who knows my sort, to come out and tell me to be on my way, I say. That’s you isn’t it, I tell X, you’re the householder. What am I saying, you’re the one he’s sending me back out to, I say.


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