As a child, I always wanted a secret island hideout, with long underground tunnels and futuristic lights. I wanted a super-villain speedboat, a matching jet and high dollar sports cars when I went ashore. I wanted death ray lasers and evil plots.  Now, I sell insurance. Not so different, really.

Tags: mini saga

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