I cherish those moments where I buy a new shirt with the sleeves pre-rolled up all neatly, then wear it for a couple of days pretending that I rolled them up like that myself. ‘What? Oh, the sleeves? Yeah, I did that. Didn’t even think about it. It’s just a regular thing that I do, regularly. I forgot I even did that, it’s that little of a thing to do. Sleeves’. Then I wash the shirt and try and roll the sleeves again and they’re just an uneven mess and people realize that I don’t have any actual real powers at all.

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