Ok, I haven't even finished reading this story as I type this (just got to the point where Carlo's "son" delivered the pizza) and I started (quietly, my 5 month old was asleep next to me after all) squeeing and going   Double entendre intended, I'm sure.
CLARK: No. I'm just worried I'm a jinx.
JONATHAN: A jinx?
CLARK: Yeah. Let's face it, ever since she's known me, Lois's been kidnapped, frozen, pushed off buildings, almost stabbed, poisoned, buried alive and who knows what else, and it's all because of me.
-"Contact" (You're not her jinx, you're her blessing.)
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