Deadpool tucked it into his vest and, for once, didn’t make a joke about paperwork. He stood, saluted the chaotic skyline, and said, “Same time next week? I hear a corrupt municipal official’s opening a new parking lot.”
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Kavya hugged her father, who wept quietly, and then hugged Deadpool, who was taken aback by the sudden affection. “You’re weird,” she said. Deadpool tucked it into his vest and, for