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“It wasn’t so much that I kept aging while everyone else didn’t,” Billy takes a scoop of the strawberry brownie sunday in between them savoring the taste before he continues.
“I had started figuring out how to manipulate my age a couple months into getting my powers.”
Billy needed a job. He had come to this conclusion slumped against the wall with his tattered backpack flung onto the mattress staring at the meager amount of cash laid out in front of him on the floor of his squat.
Problem is that not many people are willing to hire freshly orphaned runaways and the ones who did offered positions that were horrifically unsavory Captain Marvel should really do something about that.
Gathering up what’s left of his savings and stuffing them into the inside pocket of his signature red hoodie Billy goes over to his bag and pulls out a notepad from under the glittery stickers he managed to snag earlier in the day for some of the younger runaways.
C. M. Need help taking down smuggling ring by the Old Town park
p.s. got any new magic tips? I need to disguise myself