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Stiles Stilinski doesn’t have a lot of certainties. “Sure thing” it’s what he says to Scott when the young werewolf asks to cancel their plans to hang out with Allison, pleading voice and that tacky undertone of guilt; an interjection, not a noun. He’s not sure they’re alone in the universe; hell, he had seen so many crazy things in the last months or so even the most hardened sceptic would fall to his knees and pray for forgiveness, he’s not above believing in aliens; he’s not sure he’s the right person for this job, you know, the whole mentor shit, nor he’s sure he’ll survive to see his twenty. But of one thing, weirdly enough, he’s sure. Ghosts don't exist. Too bad he’s plagued by visions of surely deceased Peter — fucking — Hale. or A short story in which it’s not Lydia who hallucinates Peter but — of all people — it's Stiles.

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