"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!
Nu är kungsträdgården pyntad med körsbärsblommor. Solen värmer och glass vore gott. Men vad ska jag göra med mina rastlösa drag. Fixar inte att inte ha något att göra. Går jag under eller hittar jag mig själv någonstans?
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