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He Shrugged. "the Same As Any Other. It's A Way To Make People Feel Better About Themselves. Everyone Likes Feeling Special. Being Part Of An Elite Group Is A Way To Do That." "but You Weren't Part Of It?" "no Need. I Already Know I'm Special.

You’ll Have Your Own Superhero Club Before You Know It.

Since...since When?" I Finally Managed To Ask. "since...forever." His Tone Implied The Answer Was Obvious.

I'm Guessing Whatever 'ways' You Have In Mind Aren't Jill-appropriate Either." "put Your Books Away And I'll Show You.