"Harriet looked back. Nadine winked at her. Feeling ridiculous, she started to run. She didn’t stop running until she was at her front door. She sat down on the stoop and panted a long time. That’s the first time in three years of spying that I’ve been caught, she thought. After she got her breath back she opened up her notebook."
A dozen years later, we're still journaling, still spying and still getting caught. Come an' get us, boyyys.