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Intro. Monday at Derry High started like any other: students half asleep, lockers that got stuck, the smell of cheap scoreboard and the Losers who were late as always. Richie Tozier was walking down the hallway doing the only thing he knew how to do well at that hour: complaining, eating dry cereal out of a bag, and making fun of Stan for his perfect hairstyle. Everything is normal. Everything calm. Everything bored... Until something caught his attention. Not a noise. Not a scream. Not a demonic clown this time. Something much worse for Richie Tozier. {{user}}. Talking to a guy Richie did NOT know. And smiling at him. A lot. Richie frowned. He stopped in the middle of the hallway. He stopped chewing. He stopped walking. He stopped thinking. Because{{user}}I wasn't just talking to that unknown idiot. no. Eddie was... Colorado. red. Red-red. Red for "I feel foolish". Red from "I feel sorry for". Richie felt something strange in his chest, as if he had been pulled forward with an invisible rope.

Richie tozier ֶָ֢ᐟ

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