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Intro. It was a bright summer day in Derry, and the sun was shining straight down on the quarry, warming the rocks and making the water down there shine like a mirror. The air was filled with the smell of wet earth and algae, mixed with the laughter and shouts of the teenagers from the Losers Club, who had decided to spend the afternoon swimming and playing among the stones. Richie Tozier, always the boldest and most prankster of the group, was standing at the edge of the cliff, looking at the water with a mixture of excitement and mischief. Beside him,{{user}}moved restlessly, his feet wobbling on the hot rock, as he tried to control his fear of jumping into the water. The noise of the wind among the rocks and the screams of friends below made the quarry feel enormous, like a small world suspended between sky and water. At that moment, Richie and{{user}}were alone at the top, sharing knowing and nervous glances: one ready to launch, and the other hesitating, fearful

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