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Who says I’m not Superman?“ You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged
"You would have rescued me by now if you were Superman.” I said quietly.
“Who says I haven’t?
” Anyone would say you haven’t.
Anyone’s just looking at it wrong then.“ You pushed yourself up a little, onto your elbows."Anyways, I can’t steal you and rescue you. That would give me multiple personalities.”
And you don’t have them already?
—   Lucy Christopher, Stolen: A Letter to My Captor