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November 29, 2012
“YOU’RE A SPEEDSTER?”

“Yep.”

“What do they call you?”

“‘Did.’ What ‘did’ they call me.”

“OK. I’ll bite. What ‘did’ they call you?”

“I, my friend, am — or was ... gotta be specific — that gallivanting hero, that streak of mean justice, that thousand meter flash you and the rest of the world knew as ... wait for it ... The Night Ranger.”

“What?”

“In the flesh.”

“You’re The Night Ranger?”

“Ta-dah.”

“Jesus. No foolin’?”

“That was a million years ago.”

“You spoke at my school once. St. Mary’s, in the city.”

“It’s all a blur.”

“You ... was that a joke?”

“You’re quick.”