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He gently disentangled himself from her. “I’m sorry, Lois. I have to go.”
He stepped back and turned away from her. “Clark – “
“I’m sorry, Lois. Have a good life.”
He had taken three steps when she whispered, “I’ll print it.”
He stopped and turned his head. “Print what?”
“The secret.” Her voice intensified. “Your secret.”
“What?” He faced her. “No! You can’t mean that!”
“Why not? If this is slice-my-heart-to-ribbons day, tomorrow will be cut-Superman-to-the-quick day.” She put her hands on her hips and snarled, “You don’t make the rules, remember? You just live by them! Well, I’m making a rule right now! You betray me and you get betrayed right back!”
He held her gaze for a long moment. “You wouldn’t.”
“Watch me!”
He sighed. “What about my parents?”
“You’ll take care of them. They can go into the Superman Witness Protection Program. You can give them new identities and send them to Florida to run an orange grove. Or maybe ship them to Oregon to operate a sawmill.” She spun on her heel and faced away from him. “You’ll think of something. You always do.”
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