"Yeah, I'm real sneaky like that. Subterfuge by way of shower," I reply, dropping gracelessly down into a cross-legged slouch. It's kind of funny, really. I've never really understood the Clark Kent approach to secret identities as all that viable 'til about five seconds ago. Who needs a mask when you can just pop into a phone booth and shave?
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"The dog didn't even recognize me when I left."