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“Nooo, yeah, I totally get it. Really.” Miles spoke fast as he tried to leave a bit of silence between them for a second, but he couldn’t help but to break it almost immediately as he grimaced. “But there’s something going on here, Peter. A bunch of people got blown up the other day. One of them was another you.”
Peter felt his throat tighten. Maybe it should have been easier to hear about another alternate version of himself dying after being confronted with that in Miles’ universe, but it didn’t hit him any less. “Another one?” That was all he could say for a moment. Then he asked another question, and instantly regretted it. “How old was this one?”
















