"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!

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29 juni 2009

Im a bit sad.


Varför hoppas man på saker och börjar tro på dem när man egentligen vet att det man börjat tro och hoppats på inte kommer att inträffa. Måste lära mig att vara lite försiktigare med mig själv. Annars lär jag bli en tappad fjäder som ingen vill ta med sig hem.

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