I take a breath. My cape (a repurposed blackout curtain) flaps in the wind. My utility belt (a fanny pack with granola bars and band-aids) feels pathetically lightweight.
—crashing through a laundry line, getting tangled in a bedsheet, and landing face-first in a dumpster full of expired yogurt. adventures of a rookie superhero
For one glorious second, I am flying. The city sparkles below me, a sea of headlights and possibilities. I am magnificent. I am unstoppable. I am— I take a breath
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