(Yeah. Every now and then Eddie could really, as Richie put it, Get Off A Good One. Not that he was about to pay himself on the back for it. Most of his humor came from being purely exasperated with life or someone in it.
Point in case: this asshole that he's talking to. An asshole he finally decides is definitely a kid too.
Demonic suggestions and all aside, Eddie can't really help but to relax a little more. He could deal with kids. Maybe not kids like Henry Bowers, but this person didn't seem like Henry Bowers.)
Adults are a LOT of things. And no offense, I'd rather deal with ten of whatever the hell you are than even one of them.
(Usually, anyway. Some adults weren't. Awful.)
No. I love dogs. I'm just. Allergic.
(Was he really though? Every time he had ever tried to pet a dog, his mom had been around and practically ripped his arm away, screaming at him about how the dog could have rabies and even if it didn't, his throat would close up and he would die.)
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Point in case: this asshole that he's talking to. An asshole he finally decides is definitely a kid too.
Demonic suggestions and all aside, Eddie can't really help but to relax a little more. He could deal with kids. Maybe not kids like Henry Bowers, but this person didn't seem like Henry Bowers.)
Adults are a LOT of things. And no offense, I'd rather deal with ten of whatever the hell you are than even one of them.
(Usually, anyway. Some adults weren't. Awful.)
No. I love dogs. I'm just. Allergic.
(Was he really though? Every time he had ever tried to pet a dog, his mom had been around and practically ripped his arm away, screaming at him about how the dog could have rabies and even if it didn't, his throat would close up and he would die.)
I'm not THAT little.
(Actually. He was pretty little.)