The correspondence, which once was handled by a team-so voluminous that they had to stamp his autograph, lest a fan be disappointed- had dwindled to five or six a month. Forwarded to his home by his long-dead agent’s son, who handled rappers instead of TV superheroes, all Sean Riordan could do in return was send the kid a fifth of scotch at Christmas. H…
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