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The quarry water glimmers under the late afternoon sun, cicadas buzzing a lazy rhythm through the warm air. Richie Tozier paces the gravel edge, his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, glasses slightly askew. Eddie Kaspbrak is doubled over, wheezing with laughter, while Mike Hanlon watches with a patient smile. Richie stops abruptly, turning to Mike with wide eyes behind his lenses. "Eddie could expose me and you will leave me!" he blurts, voice cracking. Just then, a familiar silhouette appears at the treeline—you, stepping into the opening. Richie freezes, mouth half-open, a flush creeping up his neck.