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Now Jason, you know you shouldn't make fun of @Myr's superpower. Besides he has been very bust lately fighting off those bots and protecting us from the Russians and Chinese. Show some respect for our super hero.

Another sad day.

You're a funny man 🤣 I honestly try not to end with a cliff hanger, but sometimes the characters tale over. I swear 😀

That is so true and trust me the behind the back is happening too. It just hasn't fully come out in the story yet.

I couldn't agree move!

@Lutheros Thanks so much for the feedback and encouragement! Reader999's comment alerted me to the POV problems, and I've since gone back and revised the chapter to correct them. If you get a chance to look at the updated version, I'd love to know whether you still see any POV slips that I may have missed. Thanks again for reading and for your support. I'm glad you're enjoying the story.

You're welcome @drsawzall 😄

Thanks @Modified Cub I'm keeping my fingers crossed.

I had no ideal he was 93 years old. He certainly was a gifted actor. RIP Tom.

I'm sorry @Myr but some people just can’t help being as contrary as a mule with their condescending ways. A few of these comments sound eerily like my old college professor — the kind who realizes they’re no longer relevant or doesn’t appreciate when someone tries to do something for the community without asking for a dime in return.

Thanks for pointing that out, Reader999. I really appreciate you taking the time to read closely and bring the POV inconsistency to my attention. You’re right — the published version of Chapter 3 still had a few leftover lines from an earlier draft before I shifted everything fully into Andy’s first‑person voice. I’ve already corrected the chapter in my working manuscript, and I’ll update the posted version so it stays consistent. Thanks again for the careful eye and the helpful feedback. It means a lot.

Echoes of Purpose Chapter 3 The gym was alive with motion and murmurs when I pushed through the doors, the white boxer trotting faithfully at my side. Roger, Joey, Sammy, and Robert followed close behind, their clothes still damp from the rain, faces drawn but proud. The sheriff stood near the entrance, clipboard in hand, his voice carrying authority as he greeted Mr. Johnson—the head of one of Pine Hills’ banks—with a firm handshake. The man’s suit was wrinkled, his compos

Thanks!

Thank you @Topher Lydon, this coming from you, means a lot!

I swear, every time Myr posts a Word of the Day, I discover a whole new corner of English I’ve never visited. At this point, I’m convinced my vocabulary is basically duct tape and vibes. I am sooooo uncultured.