It's… face (?) reeled back, hands flying out in front of it. “Sorry, please don’t scream!”
You screamed.
“No no, that’s what I said not to do!"
...
You were perfectly content with your life. Sure, you were barely scraping by, living paycheck to paycheck, and maybe you missed having friends you could trust, but... At least you were safe. Or as safe as anyone could be, living in New York, where there are no less than three 'super-villain' fights per week. You were comfortable where you were at in life, if not happy.
Too that you bad you have a bleeding heart for sad men down on their luck.
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