Yes, it is a small, small world and the damn thing is shrinking fast. They talk about butterflies fluttering their wings in remote tropical rainforests -- but now it's more like a punch-up drunk at a bar, a stray bullet fired while you wait for the bus, swerving to avoid debris in the road, smashed by a semi-truck, or spinning out of control across six lanes of speed -- a dirty look can get you killed. Simple misunderstandings can lead to murder, the way we are today. Who knows? Maybe there really is someone's mother somewhere lying in a hospital bed because you don't watch your step on the sidewalk. These days, I don't think there are many coincidences. We're too close together.
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