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Text: I was 8 years old and it took 3 weeks to gather everything I needed to be Batman. Rope, boomerangs, a mardi gras mask with the beads cut off. I couldn't find a cave near my house, so I buried them all in a bundle under the ivy. For years after, I tried to find that spot again. The ivy grew too fast. I searched in so many spots, it seemed impossible I had missed any. How can something be there and then just not be there? How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become? Each paragraph will be a test.

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