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Peter didn't get much sleep last night. Worrying about a few of your friends based on vague radio reports when you're pretty sure you could have been where the action was and maybe made a difference can be tough. This is doubly the case when your entire philosophy on life is based on the idea that you have a responsibility to help people where you ( Read more... )

Peter once again woke up. This took place significantly later today than it had yesterday since he had no classes which is still a brilliant stroke of luck on the mun's part, woot. He immediately reached over, grabbed his notebook, and started writing about his dreams last night.

( Dream Journal Day 2 )

Taking a break from the StuCo meet and greet, Peter opened his door and let Isabel in.

He sat on his bed, gestured for her to sit in his computer chair, and then spoke. "Okay, we really need to talk about something. I'm pretty sure you know what it is."

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Peter woke up, startled."Gah!" He took a quick look around and made sure that he was, in fact, in his room and not being threatened by Norman Osborn. Once he did that, he said to himself, "Well. That was a bit different than usual ( Read more... )