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Save Me, Superman by Lynn M. How about this one:
Clark Kent walked the short distance to his new apartment on Metropolis's Upper East Side. He took the stairs to his fifth floor, one bedroom apartment and unlocked the door. He entered his as yet undecorated flat and side stepped around neatly labeled cardboard boxes that littered the hardwood floor. He kicked off his shoes and quickly discarded the tie. He flipped through the mail, amazed at how quickly the junk mail had accrued despite the fact that he had been in Metropolis for only a week. He made his way to where the phone sat upon the floor for lack of anything else to put it on, and picked up the handset. He dialed a familiar number, thankful that Metropolis was an hour ahead of Kansas, time zone wise, which meant that his parents would still be up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Mom," he replied.
"Clark!" she exclaimed.
"Jonathan! It's Clark!"
"Hello, son." He heard his father's deep voice.
"Hi, Dad."
"How's Metropolis?"
"It's fine, Dad....
