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I grew up across the coast of Cali, meeting a whole lot of people. Everywhere I went, I saw a smiling face. I never knew that outside my paradise, people were a little "uptight"
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Richie "Trashmouth" Tozier was pretty young when he learned a lot of things. Despite his hyperactive mouth and tendencies, he was actually a very smart person. He learned a few things that weren't taught in school too though. Early on, he learned how it really felt to be starving when his mother would be too drunk to go buy groceries or cook for weeks at a time, too busy stuffing herself with olives, saltines, and alcohol to care. His dad usually ate at the office or the house of whoever he slept around with that night anyways. He learned what a belt felt like on his bare back, or steel-toe boots to the ribs, or a fist connecting with his jaw from his father coming home in a bad mood. But Richie also learned how to put up a mask to hide how he felt about these things. With his foul mouth and crude jokes, people were too busy "beeping" Richie to take him seriously. And that's just the way he wanted things. ***Originally posted by Anonymous on Ao3 all rights belong to them!***

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