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no way home spoiler 
          
          
          
          Okay but u guys...
          
          
          I feel like throwing up this is a diffrent type of pain imagine going to the grave seeing Ben next tk May next to your mom and dad next to tony and then your pseudo uncle comes and doesn't even know u? How the fuck do u deal with that? Tbh id become a villain like megamind i don't think I can handle a world this shitty  

Hey bestie, just wanted to say that your story is amazing! I'm taking about "I don't know you" here and I just wanted to say this (I don't mean to mock you or anything, I'm asking this in the most respectful way I can. Because I'm just curious on what you will say :)
          
          So, um, I've noticed some spelling mistakes and errors in your story. This story is great! The plot, the story line is good but just some spelling mistakes. So I was thinking that... Maybe I could help you edit some of those out and like be an editor?
          
          (I'm not asking for money lol just for free cuz I'm bored so why not. I don't even want credit)
          
          I have everything in mind ok so you don't have to give me your account password or anything! Just like I'll do everything in Google docs. You just have to copy and send me the chapters and I'll send you them back but edited. I will not change the chapters nor I will change the story line. Just correct the spelling mistakes :))
          
          I have so much more to say. If you want just message me <3

Peter leans between their seats. “What do you see?”
          “They’re walking inside the restaurant,” Tony informs him. “He’s making a joke.”
          “Is she laughing? Give me the binoculars.”
          “No,” Tony leans away from his grabby hands. “You dragged me out here, I get to spy.”
          Nat rolls her eyes at their antics. “There’s another pair in the bag.”

please

Sameeeee

me: *trys to exercise*
          my heart: if you don't stop, i will

“Hey!” Peter called when he reached the alley.
          Ahead of him was a man in a dark jacket, a knife outstretched, and a short woman with trembling hands, her handbag being yanked into the mugger’s grasp.
          “There are young, impressionable minds present,” Peter said. “Please set a good example for them.”
          The mugger blinked at him. “What the hell? Is that a baby?”
          Peter shrugged, Morgan babbled in his ear. “It’s bring your sister to work day, what can I say?

I just followed u and i am going to read all 45 of your storys thats how much i like ur first wrong number book