Not a Superhero Story
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The first thing you should know is that this is not a superhero story. It's real life. There aren't any happy endings in real life, there're just endings. The second thing, which you'll probably realise once i get started on my story, is that i'm no superhero. I'm not even a particularly good person. You'll understand more about that later. There's one final thing you need to know, then i promise i'll get on with my story. everything i talk about in these pages actually happened. The records may not be there any more, but this is the truth. My truth, to be sure, but then, i'm the only one left to tell the story.
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