Let me tell you a thing or two about complacency.

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If complacency were alive and breathing, it would be tall, slender, shadowy and horrifying. It would cling to the walls and corners of your home like a toothy vampire waiting to strike. It would always be there. Lurking. Preying. Waiting — until the moment your turn your back.

Then, it would lunge out and spear you with it’s thick black claws and pull you into the confines of…