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“Sure you’re not. You carry stress in your face.”

“RBF strikes again.”

She laughs then her jaw goes slack. “Was that you?” she asks, nodding toward the parking lot.

I turn to see a big man dressed in a . . .

“That’s Spider-Man,” Katie says, arching a brow.

It is Spider-Man. He gives us a wave and strolls past the pavilion to the playground.

Nic leans toward me and whispers