( You sit in your home pushing and crying loudly as your child comes into the world its a boy and he has your white hair and Peters brown eyes ) ( This happens the day before ) ( The next day you are sitting on your porch holding your child when you see everyone returning from the war and in the crowd you spot peter scratch up and a little scarred but as handsome as ever as you both run to each other crying holding each other tightly ) (Peter): I know..... I know my love..... Im home.....
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