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Oh, good!  A cellmate.  I like having a cellmate.  It's good to have somebody to talk to, don't you think? 

They told me not to tell other people why I'm here, but they can't make me be quiet.  I know the truth. You see, I'm here because I have superpowers.  They're afraid of people with superpowers.  So they locked me away in here where I can't use my powers.

 

I discovered that I can open doors.  All I have to do is wave my hand, and the doors open.  Sometimes I only have to think it.  Not all doors.  I can't open these doors.  They made sure of that.  Mostly doors into businesses.  I can walk up to the door at the grocery store, wave my hand, and it will open.  It kinda freaked me out at first.  I could walk right into the hardware store with just a nod of my head.  I could probably walk right into the White House if I wanted to.  Just wave my hand.

 

I decided to use it for good… my power.  But they said I was scaring the customers, standing there by the door at the grocery store.  Waving folks in.  I was only trying to help, but they wanted me to leave.  But I didn't want to.  So they arrested me.  They called the cops and had me arrested.  I sure hope all those people are going to be OK.

 

So, yeah.  How about you?