There are two images in my head.
In the first you're alone in your new cottage in the woods, missing me, lonely and frightened and lost.
In the second you're with your ex-lover, in my house in the woods, in the bedroom we've decided to continue to share, having sex while I'm at work.
Either seems equally plausible.
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