No man is an island

Yet no man is a pizza slice either.
Going through the same tedious routines on autopilot.
Then, all of a sudden, driving down that same road you’ve been driving down for months.
Years, decades.
Without ever having seen anything even remotely exciting.
shots are fired.
And all your training as a secret agent comes back to you.

Subliminal instincts take over.
Life as you knew it is over.
hello hero.

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