I see you. I know who you are. I know when you come, where you go, when you go. I know how you get here, and I even know why you came in the first place--who brought you here. But what I don't know, is why you keep coming back.
If it's been decided where I stand, then why return, except perhaps the fact that you can't help yourself? A fondness? An obsession? A curiosity? Curiosity can be dangerous; there's more here to harm than you'd expect. Watch out.
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