Me? A Spy? ¬.¬
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I'm Serena Su. I'm sixteen. I am also a spy. No, I'm not a buff, bald guy dressed in a fancy suit with reflective sun glasses who carries a sleek gun. I do, however, possess fighting skills and know how to handle several weapons. I might be a small girl with an addiction to liquid white out, but I am a pretty kick-ass spy, if I do say so myself.
I do remember that one day. That one day when one call from my agency changed my life.
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