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the boy said, stuttering a little, as though it was the first time he'd talked to a girl in a long time. "Nice to meet you, Gary. So, you like comic books?" Katherine asked offhandedly. Gary looked at her oddly. Katherine made a gesture towards the black T-shirt now open to view because the buttons of his blue polo shirt were ripped off. The T-shirt had white lettering that read: There's no rehab for comic book junkies. Gary shuffled his feet, plainly embarrassed. "I am a bit of a Marvel brat myself. X-men and such," Katherine said with an easy smile as the world watched in surprise.

He looked back at me with a challenging look. "DC?" I asked him feigning ignorance and taking my time to think. He bought my act and had a victorious smile on. "Well, I won't hold it against you but I do believe that Marvel comics are way better than DC's" I winked for closure then grabbed my second treat. "Wow! I think I should pretend I didn't hear what you just said. Marvel? really?". He kept shaking his head as if he was trying to get my answer out of his mind. "I mean Batman, Superman..... these are THE superheroes !!"

As if he needs to be sexier. “Thanks,” I murmur as I walk inside. Josh closes the door behind him, leaving me all alone in his room. I look around the place and I silently admire it. As my eyes travel around the place, it hits me that each part of this room is a piece of him. Each part depicts one of his characteristics. My curiosity finally wins, and I find myself snooping around. I know this is wrong, but I can’t contain the curiosity inside of me. My eyes move along the black shelves on the grey wall and I smile a little to myself as I find a huge collection of comic books; the volumes resting on the shelves scream out his deep love for this genre! The vast Marvel collection he owns is en

I found myself wanting to know more about the guy. And so I started reading his comics, he opened my eyes to a whole new world. I never really read books in english. Translating everything in my head to english every time I need to communicate is stressful enough, reading would take twice the effort, read something in english, then translate it in my head, it didn’t seem worth the effort. Until I started reading his comics. He’s a genius. A talented one. I couldn’t get enough. With every series I read, I searched for the next one, until the bookstore I found started keeping the series I hadn’t read yet for me, all of them from him.

called comic books Oh, how cool they looked so unique and twisted weird and one-track-minded | But now they’ve hit the jackpot they’re on the silver screen they’re larger than life I don’t know why they’re smaller than they seemed I’m not just talking about Antman but animal and color-themed and everyone else in between | [Chorus] MCU Mom Sees You She has full control of the content Oh, you think you’re so independent You think you died and to heaven you went There’s so many titles to rent But the truth is MCU Mom Sees You She has the whole world on a filter Everyone looks like a model Down to the last strand of Dr. Strange’s hair Everything’s in pop-pop-poppy color Deadpool’s just a misdeme

Chastity said as she put them back in the bag, “You’re turn.” I nodded, and pulled the gift bag to me. The first thing I found in it was a packaged comic book. I looked at Chastity a little confused. “It’s a first edition copy of Captain America’s first appearance. I know you’re not a big comic book reader, but I thought you might like this any way.” Chastity stated quietly, looking a little concerned. “You’re kidding?” I asked, kind of shocked.

There were plenty of roofing nails poking through the wood above me. I made it to the boxes with my skull intact and knelt to examine the magazines. My stomach fluttered when I realized there might be Playboy or Penthouse magazines among the contents. At eleven, I knew what they were, but I wasn’t quite at the point I understood what the big deal was, though that fluttering in my gut told me I was almost there. As it turned out, there were no skin mags in the boxes, but to a kid my age, what was in them was an even greater treasure. Old comic books. Tons of them. Spider-Man, Superman, The Avengers, Planet of the Apes, Archie, Scary Tales, and a bunch of others I’d never heard of. I grabbed a

Kelly mentioned that Martin was taking up his master. "Ugh. Stressful." He chuckled. "That's the reason why I work part-time at Aunt Rory's shop. Being surrounded by books and comics relaxes me." I curiously raised my brow. "What's your favorite?" "Mystery books. John Grisham, Agatha Christie, and the likes." He smiled. "But I'm more into comics. I have a collection of Marvel comics in my apartment." My eyes widened in surprise. "You're a Marvel fan?"