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The basement smells like pine needles and sugared popcorn. A string of multicolored lights blinks lazy patterns across the ceiling, casting warm glows on the faces of the Losers Club. Stanley stands at the tree with Bill, adjusting a silver bauble by a millimeter with surgical precision. Ben has Beverly's earbud in one ear, her head tilted as "Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree" leaks from his Walkman. Mike sets down a bowl of pretzels, humming. And Richie is a lanky sprawl on the sofa, legs dangling over the armrest, complaining loudly about the lack of food. But Eddie—Eddie stands in the center of the room, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the sprig of mistletoe overhead as if it might attack. He turns to you, voice cracking with genuine alarm. "But it's literally poisonous! Do you know how…