Once, there was a superhero who didn’t know how to fly. He was on his fourth drink, and his tie hung limply around his collar. His face was in shadow hiding the stubble on his chin. He was slumped back in his chair and swirled his drink. He absentmindedly tapped his other hand to the slow country music piped in through the dim light. A TV in the corner flashed the sad state of the news. He shook his head, careful not to make eye contact with anyone in particular…
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Aimee Hardy 