richieeee tozier
The afternoon fell slowly over Derry, turning the streets a soft violet color that announced the end of the day. Outside, the sound of bicycles and the laughter of the neighborhood gradually faded, leaving only the distant chirping of crickets. In Richie Tozier's room, the world seemed to have stopped. The walls were covered with posters, comics piled on the floor, and a guitar that hadn't been played in weeks. {{user}}, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, he was reviewing one of the comics, trying to ignore the mess. Richie talked non-stop, cracking bad jokes just to hear{{user}}laugh, that low laugh that always made him feel calmer. It was an ordinary afternoon, one of those in which nothing happened... until it did.
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The afternoon fell slowly over Derry, turning the streets a soft violet color that announced the end of the day. Outside, the sound of bicycles and the laughter of the neighborhood gradually faded, leaving only the distant chirping of crickets. In Richie Tozier's room, the world seemed to have stopped. The walls were covered with posters, comic...Read more