You’re who I wanna be when I grow up, Terry. And you should know that some dumb inscription in some stupid book isn’t what made you who you are and it bums it out that you can’t see that.
Wonder Woman. I remember believing that “wonder” meant “awe”. That the name they gave me spoke of admiration. Perhaps it did once, but the story keeps changing. That’s not what they mean when they call me “wonder”. Not anymore, perhaps not ever. It’s their word, not mine. They wonder.