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  1. Public Bookmark 45

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    We spent hours joking and laughing at the bar over a bottle of vodka, our heads together, just like we had done as boys. Trying to convince myself that the only reason I was holding my hand on his shoulder, giggling in his ear, my face mere inches away from his, was because otherwise he wouldn't hear me over the music, even though he was the one doing most of the talking. I had been drinking considerably less than normal over the past few months, so it didn't take me long to start feeling disoriented and weirdly courageous, the mass of people around me blending into each other, becoming unidentifiable like droplets of water in an ocean, with only Boris standing out as a steady beacon of light.

    Set after the book ends, Theo and Boris meet again after a year and half.

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    30 Jul 2021

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    The next morning I woke up early for some reason with Boris still sleeping next to me. Golden light gliding in from the open window. Cotton white sheets, delicate lace curtains swaying in the wind, Boris’s pitch black curls splayed out on the white pillow. In the early hours, under the cover of city half asleep, mellow light and firm brick walls, a foreign world where no one knew me passing by outside the window, I allowed my eyes to wander on him. Long dark eyelashes lightly fluttering with the rhythm of sleep. Faint summer freckles on his cheeks and nose. The rise and fall of his chest with each calming breath. His warm weight against me and his boney feet in between mine. Looking at him I could feel everything in the world fall into its rightful place. Leaves sprouting in spring and turning yellow in autumn. (...)

    I don’t know how much time had passed when he stirred and opened his eyes, catching me staring at him.

    “See something interesting?” he smiled and, with a wide yawn, stretched his arm out to rest on my waist.

    “Yes.”

    “Yeah? What?”

    All I could do was smile and hide my face in the pillow

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    Eddie often felt like he and Richie were two magnets, repelling each other fiercely until one of them twisted the right way and suddenly they were slamming together brutally, yelling (and laughing, or yell-laughing, or what was the difference anyway?) at the top of their lungs. Eddie wanted to be around him all the time, just like when they were kids, but the feeling felt violent. Like when you see a cute baby or a puppy and you feel so savagely endeared that you want to take the adorable little thing in your hands and just fucking crush it.

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    28 Jul 2021

  3. Public Bookmark 94

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    (bashful thoughts, careless wants, emotional involvement)
     
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    There’s a moment of instant recognition that Eddie feels when she hears someone beside her say, “Whoa, does your mother know that you’re out, jailbait?”

    She looks up from her mocktail and frowns at the drunk woman looking down at her. Something about the coke-bottle glasses and the curly hair and the lanky, pale body as a whole is incredibly familiar, and for the life of her, Eddie can’t pin down what it is.

    Instead of voicing this familiarity, she pulls a sour face and says, “I’m twenty-three, fuck off.”

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    27 Jul 2021

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    "Eddie, you think I'm pretentious?" Richie says. "That's so cute. You're literally wearing Belgian loafers."

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    23 Jul 2021

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    Richie runs all the way to Eddie’s. He has a bike but he can’t remember, just now, where he put it. Everything feels real, feels — the gravel hurt his shoeless feet, his lungs burn when he gets tired, there’s a cut on his chin that aches a little. It feels real but things always felt real, with It.

    You can’t trust how you feel or what you see. That’s the core of the terror of It. That everything is real and nothing is real and all of it can kill you.

    Richie clambers up the drainage pipe and shoves open Eddie’s window. He’s afraid to look. He’s afraid of what It has prepared for him.

    But it’s nothing. It’s just Eddie, small, young, cast still on his arm. He’s curled up on his side and is using the cast as the world’s worst pillow.

    “Holy shitballs what the fucking shit,” breathes Richie, lunging forward to fling himself on top of Eddie’s sleeping form. “Don’t scream, don’t scream, hey — Eddie! Eddie, shut the fuck up, you’re going to wake your mom, it’s me! It’s me.”

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    OR: Richard Tozier goes to sleep on a plane in 2016, and wakes up in 1989.

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    22 Jul 2021

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    I cried so hsrd st richies mom parts