Chapter TwentyMonday, the first week in May, was another day off. Timothie laced up his white leather Converse runners and popped a white Converse baseball hat onto his salt and pepper hair. Smiling, he took a selfie of himself in skinny, stretchy khakis and flowered shirt with the sleeves taken off to accommodate his biceps. He posted it to f*******:, where friends with yellow goggles admired his muscles.
Yellow goggles. He swiped a hand through his hair, lifting the cap as he did so. Skye had given him a pair of the goggles, and so had Reginald. Their powers needed attention, and he placed the goggles on his face as he prepared to chase away cobwebs down Ada Boulevard for his early morning run. Sure enough. The software had been updated since he last tried the goggles.
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