Aunt May got a heart attack a year ago when looking through my room she found my old spider-suit. The impact of finding out the truth about me and my other life was the reason of her death; that's something only a few people know, and because of that, I will not be able to live with my self. After a painful year I finally learned that I had to move on like I did when uncle Ben was murdered by that anonymous thief. I had very few people left in my life, (that's why the funeral was practically empty) it seemed the only friendly face I had left was Mary Jane's.
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