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[bodytext] => Miss Channing was watching him from her window; She had been doing this for weeks now, but he didn’t know; He wasn’t even aware that she lived on the opposite side of the lane; And was the owner of the fawn-colored Great Dane; Maybe she’s a spy – or works for the FBI; But then probably not, because the subject of her interest is just an ordinary guy; She knows everything about him and what he does; What could she possibly want from a guy who doesn’t even seem dangerous? His life is monotonous – day in, day out, the same routine; Struggling hard to pay his bills on time by working as an accountant in a school canteen; She was there in the supermarket, watching him from the corner; If only he had turned around, he would have seen her; She was the lady in the black leather dress, behind the Roberto Cavalli shades; Her neighbors hardly know much about her; Some say she’s probably a private investigator; This lady was classy from her head to her toe; She wore only designer clothes – and preferred Valentino; She has an obsession for a particular plant species – Venus fly traps and pitcher plants; She once said that she always gets what she wants; Indeed, if he ever goes missing; Then who else may know his whereabouts but Miss Channing. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 74 [informant] => autumnlady [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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