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You rest your head against your hand, staring dully at the tea as you stir.  The sugar is long dissolved, but still you keep stirring.   It isn't like you to be so glum, but lately you've taken up the unhappy practice of thinking about the future.  And how you can never have one with the man you love.  J'onn J'onzz, a Martian.  Doesn't make a great premise for a relationship if he's literally a world away half the time.  You remember the last time you saw him, when he said goodbye for the final time, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead while tears rolled down your cheeks.  You shake your head, trying to remove the bitter memory from your m