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Two Peacocks Never Make a Mistake, by Lisa Robertson

After living long and happy lives and doing no less than all of the interesting things we wanted to do, my husband and I had a baby. Because having long lives and doing interesting things had been profoundly exhausting, we came to the conclusion that we were too tired to make another decision ever again, so we did what many people in our situation do. We moved from our loft in San Francisco to a Progressive Suburb Bordered on One Side By A Large Metropolitan Area and on the Other by Farms That Grow Locally Sourced Produce. For brevity, I will refer to this as PSBOSBALMA, or Marin County.

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Heros for Parties: 59 Bucks, by Jennifer Sears

A glossy black car speeds quickly down Highway 24, southwest of Boston.  In the front passenger seat, a man dressed like Batman curses at a driver dressed like Robin.  Large pink letters painted across both sides of the car read, “Hanky’s Panky Entertainment Services” and below that, “Heros for Parties: 59 Bucks,” and then inred caps, “Boston’s Best in Balloons!” 

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The Outer Reaches of Love, by JP Kemmick

He's holding up a pad and pen on which he's written, “I miss you.” He's flying alongside the space shuttle, matching its seventeen thousand miles per hour as it orbits Earth like a singular, misplaced electron, his cape motionless in the void of space, a little adorable half-smile on his face.

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Supergirl, by Eric Freeze

Gamma Ray Exposure 

Actual Result:  Headache, shortness of breath, stiffness in joints, liver damage, loose stool, impotence. 

Comic Book Result:  increased size and strength, greenish hue to skin 

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Alter Ego Monologues, by Dante Di Stefano

Clark Kent’s Guide to Authorship, Readership, Text, and Existence

Honestly, I’m embarrassed when somebody calls me Superman because I’m not that great and most of my heroics are egotistical acts of self-dramatization. I hate wearing tights and I eschew the red, white, and blue, although some misguided souls equateme with cold war notions of patriotism.

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