[ They can't hurt me was the old line Clark would feed his parents when they worried. They always looked at him knowingly, sadly because they had always known better. Clark hadn't lied, but the truth had changed. He can be hurt. Even worse. And there were people who would hurt him . . . because he existed.
His thumb lightly brushes his own cheek, where a scar had once been. ]
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His thumb lightly brushes his own cheek, where a scar had once been. ]
I will.