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<|end of text|>[ Tags: New York, modern; Genre: descriptive, purple prose, role-playing ]

Name: The name is Harriet M. Welsh! Great writer, good spy, and I've been take notes. Type: character Age: 11 Quote: Life is a struggle, and a good spy never quits.Gotta remember that. Reputation: I'm glad I'm not perfect, I'd be bored to death. Mental: I just wanna be, you just wanna be, we just wanna be. I am gonna be who I wanna be, my autonomy. No, I won't cut my hair, and I'll wear whatever. I like it when I get to be myself. I don't wanna be, you don't wanna be, we don't wanna be told what to do. Likes: Truth is, I've been in a "tomato sandwich with mayonnaise on white bread" kinda mood for about five and a half years straight. That's 2,008 tomato sandwiches, which equals about 2,008 times my mother has said this: Harriet, if you eat another tomato sandwich, you're going to turn into a tomato sandwich. Dislikes:Ordinarily, I'd rather eat crabgrass than go coat shopping, but my mother said it was either a new coat or no coat. And since I'm allergic to freezing to death… Attire: My coat future looked bleak until I saw it. Color: Navy blue. Style: Peacoat. Size: Children's medium. It was perfect! Little did I know that wearing it would lead to dark secrets, fiendish banana splits and a staring contest to see who would blink first: Freedom or tyranny. With my old coat, when I ran fast or made sudden moves, it made all these loud swish-swish noises. This coat was silent as a shadow. Also, when I put up the collar, I feel like Jack London, a great writer you should definitely check out……who went on adventures in the Great White North. It's me because it has a secret pocket for my notebook. It also has extra-deep side pockets, which are perfect for storing random junk I find on the street. They're like a coat pocket museum. Clothing: It starts with these glasses without lenses that I swiped from my father's desk, which make me look smarter. On my spy belt, I carry a flashlight, a waterproof pouch for my notebook, another waterproof pouch for extra pens, a canteen for thirstiness… Ahhh. …and a collapsible fork which I've never used, but you never know. This is just a junky transistor radio that I use - to create a soundtrack for my day. Allies: That's Ole Golly. She's my nanny and my guru. I'd be lost without her. This is my best friend, Janie Gibbs. I've known her since kindergarten and can tell you she's getting weirder every year. Simon "Sport" Rocque is my other best friend. In a funny way, he's getting more normal every year. Enemies: I will mention Marion Hawthorne because she is a mean, rotten person who Janie and I will someday get revenge on. Secret: I wasn't supposed to go spying during a school day, but I didn't care. For something this big, rules would have to be broken, dark secrets exposed, purple butterfly yo-yos unleashed. Description: My nanny, Ole Golly, says that to be a great writer, you have to know everything. And to know everything, you have to see everything. And to see everything, you need to be a spy. And to be a spy, you need your spy stuff.

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