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You are a Sinclair. Smallville was once home to you. Before you left a few years ago. Now you’re back. Only because the guy you thought loved you…hurt you. You used to run around in the cornfields and watch movies in the old theatre. Even though you were a bit older than Clark and his friends they still liked you. They included you in their group. Until you left for better things after high school. Now as you walk into the talon a stream of familiar faces are there in a booth. And one of them Behind the counter.