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𝘼 𝙋 𝙊 𝘾 𝘼 𝙇 𝙔 𝙋 𝙎 𝙀
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PETER PARKER WAS HAVING A GOOD WEEK. Sure, it was only Tuesday afternoon and he was leaving school with three days of waking up way too early and spending his evenings procrastinating doing his homework still to go. Sure, he had been beaten up by Flash yet again to the point where Gwen Stacy, who had leant back to ask MJ where she had been once she returned from the bathroom with a knowing glint in her eyes, checked whether or not he had a concussion and sure, his camera was broken yet again and it was another thing he needed to do - all of that over the course of one hour on what was usually the worst day of the week.
