For this day I’ve decided to be a secret agent. I will be unobtrusive, nondescript, a silhouette of my usual self.
My cavalier demeanor will bely my purpose: to spy, observe, and report on my fellow citizens.
So far, I have noted one woman pushing a baby stroller. What nefarious plan might she be hatching?
I will hide in plain sight in hopes that her motives are revealed. Oh! Look! Starbucks on the right. Maybe another day.
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Hahaha, nice one! You could still be a spy in Starbucks, I hear that’s where the most mysterious go to hatch their nefarious plans – under the guise of being normal citizens slurping their coffee. 🙂
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I’m too goofy to be a spy. Unless–I could use my goofiness as a cover!
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It certainly worked for Lt. Columbo!
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It did at that! I’m more akin to inspector Clouseau!
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Lol…. Any excuse x
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