Lookie Loo

Every Saturday morning, the neighborhood came alive with joggers, dog-walkers, and the occasional lookie loo—those curious folks who stroll by not to visit, but to sneak a peek at other people's homes, gardens, or garage sales. Mrs. Thompson, with her oversized sunglasses and tiny poodle in tow, was the queen of the lookie loos, always pausing just long enough to peer at freshly planted flower beds or catch a glimpse through an open front door. No ill intent, of course—just a healthy dose of curiosity mixed with a dash of gossip-fueled imagination. No harm in looking is there?

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