( her wallet? That’s his ID his —- awe whatever who cares. )

This is the worst.

Of course it doesn’t. ( and absolutely he does. )

And no I didn’t, but she dressed like a cat and was. .well, I don’t need to get into that. Will you get me outta of this before I just break it?

Cat Burglar? You mean —- no, probably not. I only met one in passing, she kicked my ass a little I won’t —- ( he’s attempting to get out again. ) lie.

And how could you say that about the Mets, they’re underdogs!

Well that’s alright it’s probably like some half —-

Oh. Wait. ( moving, trying. ) alright. C’mon now April.

What the hell is that.

Okay. Okay.

And now? You tell me the Mets will win it all?

I’m not sure if I’m ready for that nightmare. We can stick to uh —- this. This whole thing.

Give me good o’l number 5.

What is this by the way? Are you looking into my love life?

Maybe blue. No wait, red.

What the —-

That one then.

Oh. Wait. You can’t just pull one? But you said pull one. Why can’t I?

Hm. .

. . .okay pull that one.

Hm. .

. .no.

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Or The Day I Turned 25.

His head, splitting into two as his body seemingly fell limp. “No!” Spider - Man let out. . Landing just a few feet away. “Adrian. .” His head hung low, another failure. Another life lost. “. .I’m sorry.”

“Wait - - 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 𝘼𝘿𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙉 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏 - -“ Spidey leapt up, dodging the torpedo that was Tombs. Who shot under him, a blur of green and metal - - that quickly became mush.

As Vulture dove head first into the cement wall at his speed. His neck and spine crumbling with cracks and breaks.