[ That was her. Sure, her name was right there, next to the message that had popped up, but the name wasn't so unique - she could've easily been a stranger. Peter hadn't been sure until right then, and he's suddenly glad he gets the chance to compose himself first.
His limbs feel like lead. ]
big park. bonfire. there are people singing. isn't this some weird alternate dimension? since when are smores an interdimensional constant? wasn't expecting that.
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His limbs feel like lead. ]
big park. bonfire. there are people singing. isn't this some weird alternate dimension? since when are smores an interdimensional constant? wasn't expecting that.