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You've got it all: power, money, wealth, and kryptonite enhanced intelligent and pysiology (even if it came at the cost of being called "Mr. Clean" by every monied snot-nosed punk from Anderson Academy to Eton). Your father is a magnificent bastard who withholds praise in order to make you "stronger," so you try to be hard and cold and a chip off the old block in the hopes that you can at least earn his respect if not his love. But you'll show him...
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