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<TruthSeeker>

[He considers for a moment, trying to settle himself. It's not just a psychological necessity, but a physical one, as his fingers keep passing through the keyboard by mistake when he's this agitated.]

Somewhere private. Back room of the café. The kitchen. It should be closed enough.

I need to tell you what I did back home. Before she works it out.

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