The only reason I remember it's my birthday today at all is because Pepper asked me if I want a party earlier in the week. I declined the offer, of course, both not wanting to trouble her any more than I already have and not up to the celebration. It's an occasion I meet with trepidation instead of jubilation, never having honestly thought I'd live
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I don't know if it'd be cruel, suggesting that he wish for Mary Jane to come back. Probably. Either way, I keep that wish bitten down and silenced.
"I thought it was pretty clear from your speech, you know, those months ago," I reply softly. "Quickly finding the way to get everyone where... they're supposed to go. Safe and sound. Giving people the option of going back."
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