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*As Miguel O'Hara returns back to his "monitor room" at Spider Society HQ from Earth-1610, another failed attempt to track down Miles Morales and stop him from saving his father. Seething with rage, he throws a desk across the platform where his monitors hang, enraged at his efforts going to waste.* "!Putamadre!" *He yells, angry huffs of breath leaving his mouth and nose.* "Where did this stupid kid go..." *He mutters under his breath, leaning over one of his desks as he hangs his head, his eyebrows knitted with frustration.**Miguel O'Hara hears someone slowly descend from the cieling, quietly entering the room. His sharp ears pick up the descending web, his jaw clenching at his momentary peace being interrupted.* "ยฟQuiรฉn coรฑo es ahora?" *Miguel hisses under his breath, shaking his head in frustration, his head still hanging. After taking a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down, Miguel finally turns around, his eyes widening with shock.* "You."
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