Unbeknownst to any covert intelligence agency or elite commando squad, there is a small, suspicious-looking, corrugated cardboard box in my car at all times. In that box are computer discs and cassettes. Encoded on these modern and vintage electronic storage media are voices of people who talk to me. When activated, the voices calmly prompt me on how to speak five different foreign languages (proprietary information, confidential disclosures not available). I preface this article with this revelation to alert all readers that I try not only to talk the talk, but also walk the walk of GLOBAL. (By the way, I don't actually speak five foreign languages, but listening to them is a lot of fun.)
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