“Peter, were best friends” she darted at him blankly. “I know you all too well, I can see something’s the matter” Wendy sighed and continued speaking. “Please all to me about it, you know you can.”
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.
“No…Tink is my best friend.” he said with a cold stare trying to hide everything. He didn’t want to see her right now. it was only making it worse.
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