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How It Was- Bill Denbrough
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Ongoing, First published Oct 01, 2017
She could've saved him. That would always be the biggest burden Juliet Mackey would carry on her shoulders.
She could've saved him. If she wasn't so afraid of what would happen if she didn't get home in time.
She could've saved him. If she had just stayed with him for even five more minutes.
Perhaps if she had saved him, they wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.



//hello, author here. i [obviously] don't own IT, like not even a little part of it. i only own my characters and anything different from the 2017 movie plot. though i did work hard on my character and even though my writing may need some work, i'm doing my best. that being said, don't sue me, and don't take my stuff.//
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