Umm. Well, you know when Bowers broke my arm? Well, uh, before that...I was at the pharmacy and Mr. Keene lead me into his back office. Behind the counter.
(The words felt tacky in his mouth, wrong somehow. Adults weren't usually leading kids off to be alone from the rest of the world unless it was for the sake of something bad. Eddie still couldn't wrap his mind around why Mr. Keene did what he had done that day.)
He um. Well, he told me that like. (What if Richie thought he was a total dumbass for ever believing this stuff?)
That ...I'm not sick, but my mind is sick, because I believe I'm- sick. And I'm not. I'm not...I don't need medicine. I...don't even have asthma.
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(The words felt tacky in his mouth, wrong somehow. Adults weren't usually leading kids off to be alone from the rest of the world unless it was for the sake of something bad. Eddie still couldn't wrap his mind around why Mr. Keene did what he had done that day.)
He um. Well, he told me that like. (What if Richie thought he was a total dumbass for ever believing this stuff?)
That ...I'm not sick, but my mind is sick, because I believe I'm- sick. And I'm not. I'm not...I don't need medicine. I...don't even have asthma.