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By chicklit
Sun, 12 Sep 2004
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The Woman Over The Road
I can see the twitching of the net curtains and I know she's there.
Just looking out, her ruby nose pressed to the window, vying for the
gossip that would leave her satisfied.
It is with such irony that I write this.
She is, afterall, an old lady with a mission.
She's the undercover copper from Scotland Yard.
And I know she's after me.
So I'll go.
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