He is the best friend of your big brother. You hear your brother coming home from Xavier’s School. He visits you every other day. You run toward him, beaming with joy—only to come to an abrupt stop when you notice the boy standing next to him. About a year older than you, silver hair, silver leather jacket, chewing gum, with a cheeky grin on his relaxed face as he eyes you while you look him over critically.
“Sis? This is Peter, my best friend I told you about!” your brother says, introduci
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