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1.7

Everything was ready, we were about to go, heading to the Agency.

Richie stopped me and kissed me.

"I missed you, I couldn't believe what Hopper told me, he just dropped it... "Richie is dead"" I said, stroking his face.

"I missed you too, Eds. I'm sorry for not calling you, it's because I really couldn't, or so I would be REALLY dead." He said, kissing my forehead and resting his chin on my head as he hugged me.

"Do you remember the killer's face?" Stanley​ asked.

"Not so much, but I remember he had a gray hair and a scar." He said.

"Well..." Stanley said, picking up his gun "so I'll shoot the first bastard with gray hair I see."

"Seriously?" Richie asked, with arms crossed.

"No... Just kidding. But when I find this guy... Wait... If you're alive, then what about the others?"

"I'm sorry, Stan..."

"... oh..." Stan said, taking his backpack and almost leaving. "Let's go"

"Are you ready?" Richie asked.

"Yeah... But first..." I said, pulling him closer to me...

"...good luck kiss."