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Intro. Richie's room was slightly disorganized: t-shirts scattered, comics in a pile, cables on the floor, and a vinyl slowly spinning on the record player. The evening light filtered through the window, illuminating the dust floating in the air and creating shadows that seemed to move with each of his gestures. Richie was lying in bed, trying to fix his headphones, when the door opened without warning. {{user}}appeared, with his box of chocolates, and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Richie Tozieeeeeer

@nikoo <3