Guilt

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Eddie got up from his bed, where he'd been thinking about how bad he felt because his mom told him he could never play with the losers again. his eyes started tearing up. an idea came across his mind, he could always call them! he quietly tiptoed down the stairs to the telephone he walked over hoping his mom wouldn't hear, even though she was in her room slumped over on her bed like a giant hippo sunbathing. he sighed and wondered who he would call. Probably Richie. Richie was devastated when Mrs. K told him he was a fag and a bad influence, and of course, it was a good reason to be hurt after that. 

.  and that Eddie wouldn't hang out or go on adventures with the losers anymore. Eddie instantly felt a pang of regret and dialed richies number on the telephone. it rang for several minutes until Eddie decided to give up. ¨what the fuck is he doing.¨ Eddie thought aloud, disappointed. he decided that he desperately needed to talk to Richie. he didn't care. he raced over to the door. closing it very quietly because if his mom knew, she would strap him to his bedside post and never let him leave the fucking house again. he walked out the door and ran over to his bike. he scrambled onto his bike and peddled over to richies house. he needed to talk to Richie and apologize.


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