Peter B
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You're lying on hard, unforgiving concrete, when you come to.
A hazy, maskless Peter B. enters your range of vision. "Whoa, easy, tiger," he says. "Don't go anywhere just yet. You're fine, it's fine, everything is fine." His tone, however, says otherwise.
He's not telling you something.
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