“That’s because you’re not Superman, now are you?” He gave me a smile, then spat out some more blood onto the ground, pulling his arm from my shoulders and steadying himself on his own. “And in case you didn’t know, Sara,” he said, “this isn’t the first time someone’s done this to me. I can deal with this sort of thing. Your tolerance for pain builds up if you’re hurt enough.”
—Paper Stars, pg. 284
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