She walked up o him and sat on the ground in from of him. “Peter, you are indeed stung different, in a very weird manner.” she looked into his eyes now, “You keep freaking out as I’d something’s on your mind”.
“No…I’m fine, Wendy.” he growled. “I’m. Fine.” he said harshly saying the last word. He wasn’t fine but he didn’t want to talk about it…at all.
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