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Oh my God. I'm almost 50.

And you don't look a day over twenty nine.

That is incredibly nice of you to say. I wish I still felt that young. [Laughs.]

Right? [chuckles] The twenties were a while ago for me too.

I've got a kid who's halfway to being 20 so that's a nice reminder. [Bashful smile.]

Nice. I have a niece that has kids of her own and adult nephews. Didn't find time to have any of my own.

My son was very much planned. But that feels like a lifetime ago now. Actually a lot does.

You know. You look so much like someone I used to know. It's uncanny.

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No one's ever said that to me before.

That seriously wasn't a line.

I didn't think it was. I'm saying no one has ever mentioned that to me before.

Maybe you dated my brother at one time. He has a weak spot for blonds. Oh, sorry. I'm Peter. Peter Petrelli.

Karen Donahue. And no, I can't say the last name's familiar to me. But I haven't dated much since my husband died.

oh. I'm sorry about your husband, Karen. Must be tough raising a kid on your own.

I'm used to it now. It's been a few years.

So do you have any other family, Peter, or just the brother you mentioned before?