"Try this for a deep, dark secret: The great detective Miss Steele, she doesn't exist...I invented her" I'd always loved excitement, So I studied and apprenticed, and put my name on an Blogg. But absolutely no one knocked on my door. So I invented a superior. It was working like a charm. Until the day she walked in, with her blue eyes and mysterious past. And before I knew it, she assumed Miss Steele's identity.. It's a dangerous way to live, But as long as people buy it I can get the job done. We never mix business with pleasure. Well...almost never. I don't even know her real name!
Inte lika mycket folk som förra gången. Skönt. Får ta och göra några blöta sönänglar. Äta en kladdig apelsin och gissa hur många sönflingor som smälter på min jacka.
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