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In times of crisis, I am priceless. I’m illegal, yet permissible. Enemies call me despicable.. But what is my profession? That is the question. Concealed among bureaucrats, who administer resources, diplomats. Researchers and scholars affected, distrust spreads, disconnected. My identity I hide, but with you I confide. Or have I left you eyeless, With my politeness?
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A spy.
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