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The Spy
I stick and slither silently, watching. I hang upside down and sideways, I fasinate you. I am small but slick with my actions. I seem suspicious, scurrying and sneaking around. I explore every inch of the cabinets, an adventurere hidden, camoflaged. I am a track runner, prepared to dash to the finish. I am a cicak, the spy of the walls.
