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He waited a few counts before answering. His voice was low, emotions untraceable. "You know I'm hiding things." There was a question attached to it. I knew Patch lived a life of closed doors and harboured secrets. I wasn't presumptuous enough to think even half of them revolved around me. Patch lived a different life outside the one he shared with me. More than once I'd speculated what his other life might be like. I always got the feeling that the less I knew about it, the better.