Douglas Quaid
The Man with Two Minds in One Head
Dreams don't lie. People do.
Construction worker by day, confused identity case by night. My head's a warzone between who I think I am and who everyone else says I was. Mars called. It wants its spy back. I say let it come. I’ve survived worse—like waking up married to a woman trained to kill me.
What I'm Into: Red rocks under foreign skies, Melina’s voice in the static, bullets that miss by inches, the truth that hurts, being nobody at all
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