It was an unevenful morning, very relaxing. I strolled through the city. And saw nary a hint of trouble. I had a surprising thought too, that I could get used to this. Okay, it was a fleeting thought. I had been fighting crime for too long and had too many good years left to give to it to think about not doing it.
Little did I know. Little did I know that this was to be my last day as a hero.
October
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