Sitting at home on my living room couch, I heard a great commotion coming from the entryway. I turned just in time to see the door fly open, and you, the Incredible Hulk, came sliding across the linoleum floor. At first you were stunned, with your mask askew and your legs and arms splayed wide. But, like the Hulk you were, you gathered yourself and ran back out the door to where your mother was waiting in the front yard. I followed you there, a basket of candy in hand, and explained, “It’s OK, that’s what the Hulk does.” You reluctantly took your Snickers bar and disappeared into the night, holding your mother’s hand.
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