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Now that Chris had submitted the final draft of his manuscript, his days were much less structured. The problem with having free time, though, was that he didn’t know what to do with it. He’d spent so much time sequestered away in his house writing that he couldn’t think of any other way of spending his day. He’d already visited his mother for the week -- she wouldn’t complain if he chose to spend another day with her, he knew -- but he’d give her a break, if just for a few hours. Instead, he’d bother Carly. What kind of big brother would he be if he didn’t visit her at her new job with the intention of embarrassing her?
“Big brother’s here,” he announced, unceremoniously walking into her office. He’d had so many good days recently that he was waiting for the string of bad days to come, but thinking of them would only keep him from enjoying his good days and that would be a waste. “I want to know everything about this new job. What do you do? How much of a real-life superhero are you?”