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Fourteen aisles into a perfect Saturday in an Oakland grocery store, a dad tells his two and a half year old to put back the chocolate bar hung at toddler height in lane four, and she goes boneless into a full Armageddon until he lies down on the floor and out screams her, she sits up and says, Daddy, get up, people are looking, and the cashier gives him the brave sticker.

A Flameborn climbs from the Cinder Vault through the Matron, the Thunderbrute, and the Albaneve dragon to Vorgoth at Mother Flame's Domicile, feeding the Flame eleven times until every altar finally pushes the fog back off the land.

A cocky son signs the waiver for the twelve ghost pepper wing challenge at a Buffalo sports bar to get his face on the wall, taps out at wing nine, and watches his sixty one year old mother, in town from Dayton, sign her name in cursive and finish the last three without a napkin.

On the last climb of a thirty one year career, an ironworker tops out a sixty story luxury tower he could never afford a floor in, and on the white last beam the whole crew signs, he writes the promise his wife has waited three decades to hear: Rosa, I'm coming down.

A man who can merge through any storm melts down trying to parallel park in front of a packed Saturday sidewalk cafe, turning attempt after attempt into a public sport, nails it on the fourteenth try, takes a bow, and watches the tow truck parallel park in one move to haul him away.