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My daughter sits by me, asleep on my chest as we relax in a chair on the beach. She wanted to go swimming and I might as well try to relax so here we are. Eventually she had wandered over to a boy with spiky black hair, playing in the sand, making various things. I smile as two older males walk up to her and start to play with the two as well. I guess they must be this little boy’s family. I wasn’t too concerned with Elizabeth. She was far too feisty for them to be able to take her away without me knowing. Suddenly she’s in front of me, grabbing onto my hand and starting to pull me towards the three men. The eldest—who

     “I am telling you now, Bruce. That is not the correct spelling!” you argued, pointing at the board. It was one of the few nights that Bruce wasn’t around fighting crime. He was enjoying a night in, beating you in Scrabble of all games. You were an English major and you were fairly certain that maneuver was spelt differently than he had it. The spelling on the board played off of your word, hitting both a double and a triple square. Yes, you were angry he was up by thirty points. But this was because he cheated.      He smirked, watching your tantrum in full force. You were his partner of four years, and friend for over