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VANESSA EXITED the classroom with her three best friends, and they discussed Stan's bat mitzvah.
"So, there's this church full of Jews, right?" Eddie Kaspbrak explained as he walked alongside his friends. "And Stan has to take like- this super Jewy test!"
"But how's it work?" Bill interrupted.
"They slice the tip of his dick off," Eddie told.
Vanessa cringed, and of course, the four-eyed boy beside her couldn't help but make a joke.
"But then Stan would have nothing left," Richie joked.
Then Stanley caught up to the four teens, squashing in between Bill and Eddie.
"Hey, Stan. What happens at the Bar Mitzvahs anyways?" Bill asked. "Ed says they slice the tip of your d-d-dick off." Bill stuttered, his stuttering had gotten slightly worse since the disappearance of his little brother, Georgie. But none of the losers ever pointed it out.
"Yeah, and I think the rabbi's gonna pull down your pants, turn to the crowd and say where's the meat?" Richie laughed.
"At the Bar Mitzvah, I read from the Torah, then I make a speech, and suddenly, I become a man."
"I could think of funny ways to become a man."
The Losers walked past Henry Bowers and his friends, who gave them intimidating looks, especially directed at Vanessa.
"Think they'll sign my yearbook?" Richie adjusted his glasses.
"Yeah, I mean-if you want a death threat." Vanessa shrugged.
"Or, Dear Richie, sorry for taking a hot, steamy dump in your backpack!" he said.
"I find it funny you think they're gonna say sorry." Vanessa laughed.
The five walked out to the bins where they dumped everything in their backpacks into the bin.
"Best feeling ever!" Stanley breathed.
"Yeah? Try tickling your pickle for the first time." Richie retorted.
"Unfortunately, I can't do that," Vanessa said sarcastically.
"Yeah, but you can tickle mine," Richie spoke flirtatiously.
"Ew. Gross." Vanessa screwed her face up.
"Hey, what do you guys wanna do tomorrow?" Eddie asked.
"I start my training." Richie fixed his glasses.
"What- what training?" Eddie questioned.
"Streetfighter." The boy answered.
"What's the point? You suck at the game." Vanessa rolled her eyes.
