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Julie
Loven “Here it is again…a time of reflection and thought. There are indeed so many things to ponder—like how can one person be called upon to do everything, to save our little planet? Or why must I be cursed with these powers of mine? It makes me sick to even look in the mirror… to remember who I was and to see what I have become. In the 300 years that I have lived, I cannot remember one time I have not had torturous pain. I guess that’s part of the whole superhero package… to save others and live by supernatural means. Yippee…How I wish that others could save themselves…. or at least be grateful, but I know in my heart that can never be. Well, it’s a job nonetheless… too bad I do not get paid for it. What would I do with the money anyways? Absolutely nothing—that’s what. I just thank god, I’m not as commercial as Batman…I don’t think that I could take being constantly signaled by a symbol in the sky. Still I must comment—it’s a nice night…nice night to think and… Wait! Why are my thoughts always whispering? Oh, great…” |
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