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"i lost him, guys." bill murmured, avoiding the eyes of the others in the room.
"you lost who, bill? richie?"
bill nodded his head.
"he hates me. god he hates me. and for good reason too. i've been so shitty to him and now i've lost him for good."
the losers comforted bill to the best of their abilities, a hug here, a hand hold there. their worries about richie slowly fading away...

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