"I've been living a lie
for too long. Every day,
every week, I'm somebody
else. I've burned more passports
than some nations ever issue.
I don't know where home is,
because I don't know where my
heart is. Hell, I don't even know
who's heart I'm supposed to have
right now. Is it the German auto-worker?
The Canadian teacher? The Spanish
doctor? I've been so many people,
I've forgotten my secret identity. I can't
even call my memories my own,
because they belong to my other faces,
my other states of being. My life is
full of experiences that I can never
claim on any resume. And there's no
retirement benefits in this line of work.
The only thing to look forward to is
the bullet that ends my career."
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