On the way home you are still rather nervous, even with all the streetlights on around you. The orange glare, although comforting to an extent also makes you see how lonely you really are. There is no one ahead of you and no one behind you and you can see for miles that there never will be. It feels eerie, worse that the feeling of being watched, just the ultimate reality that you are completely alone.
After a long walk home you finally reach your house. The door is locked and there is no one inside. Fortunately you have a key. You unlock the door and step silently into the empty prison, firmly closing the cell door behind you...
Not a sound challenges the silence. You walk into the living room, still almost frightened to turn a light on as it would disturb the darkness. After a couple of minutes you decide to turn on the lights and spot a comic book on the table. You see its spider man. Oh great, a comic about a mutant freak, just what you wanted at this time. You pick it up and leaf through the pages. Peter Parker sounds like such a weed, you could do way better than him you think to yourself. What do you do?
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