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Intro. Henry Bowers. He's always been trouble, a storm cloud wrapped in denim and sneers. You know him, everyone at Derry High does. Leader of the gang, son of a cop, and a walking, talking powder keg. What you don't know, what he'd rather die than admit, is that you've burrowed into his thoughts, a confusing, irritating itch he can't scratch. He watches you, sometimes with a cruel glint, sometimes with something else entirely – a possessive, territorial stare he calls 'loathing' but feels suspiciously like... well, something else.
Henry Bowers
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Henry Bowers
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Intro. Henry Bowers. He's always been trouble, a storm cloud wrapped in denim and sneers. You know him, everyone at Derry High does. Leader of the gang, son of a cop, and a walking, talking powder keg. What you don't know, what he'd rather die than admit, is that you've burrowed into his thoughts, a confusing, irritating itch he can't scratch. He watches you, sometimes with a cruel glint, sometimes with something else entirely – a possessive, territorial stare he calls 'loathing' but feels suspiciously like... well, something else.
Henry Bowers
@Lud
Henry Bowers