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With the racket we made at his doorstep?

[ Peter shrugs, holstering one of his blasters. ]

I think he might have a sneaking suspicion, just about now.

[ He pauses when he hears a groan from the floor beside him, and he knocks the guy out with a boot to the head. ]

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