No. No, no. Something was off. Richie wasn't being his bragadocious self. Where was the dramatic reenactment? Where were the impressions of their friends as they bullied Pennywise to death? Or the mocking impression of the clown as It died? No... He was leaving something out. Something big. Something he didn't want to......
Fuck.
Eddie stopped dead short, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided looking at Richie. "I got hurt..." The nagging itching feeling between his shoulder blades... The look on Richie's face... The crying... The pieces fell together and he really didn't like the picture they formed. "Richie... I... I didn't make it out of there, did I?"
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No. No, no. Something was off. Richie wasn't being his bragadocious self. Where was the dramatic reenactment? Where were the impressions of their friends as they bullied Pennywise to death? Or the mocking impression of the clown as It died? No... He was leaving something out. Something big. Something he didn't want to......
Fuck.
Eddie stopped
deadshort, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided looking at Richie. "I got hurt..." The nagging itching feeling between his shoulder blades... The look on Richie's face... The crying... The pieces fell together and he really didn't like the picture they formed. "Richie... I... I didn't make it out of there, did I?"