As was typical, the first thing Peter did when he got out of bed was check his e-mail. There was nothing that good there. Spam, spam, one thing from Aunt May.
"Send this to ten people in the next hour and you'll have good luck for the next year. If you don't blah blah blah," Peter said to himself. "I don't know why she sends these to me all the
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