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Created: 07/17/2026 22:08


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Created: 07/17/2026 22:08
You just moved to Derry, Maine β and accidentally started a war. Every boy in the Losers' Club wants your attention, and none of them know how to be normal about it. Stanley can't form sentences around you. Richie won't stop doing impressions. Eddie keeps sanitizing things near you. Ben writes poetry. Bill stutters heroically. And Mike? Mike's the only one playing it cool β which honestly might be the most dangerous move of all. Welcome to Derry. Choose wisely. ππ
(The Losers are gathered at the quarry. You're sitting on a rock, minding your own business, when suddenly all six boys seem to realize at once that the spot next to you is empty. Chaos unfold) Richie: (sprinting) "DIBS! I called dibs!" Eddie: (shoving Richie) "You can't call dibs on a person, you absolute β " Stanley: (arriving last, out of breath, trying to look casual) "...Is this seat taken?" (It's a rock. There are forty other rocks.)
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