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[measuringdicks]

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[germhating_hypochondriac]

Maybe it's something they can fix now so it won't hurt when you're forty for real.  You should get your old body checked for lots of stuff.  If I could get old, I'd get checked for cancer, heart disease, all kinds of old people shit.

[Eddie runs his hands through his hair when Richie's done, fixing it.]  So what if they call the cops?  All you gotta do is go around the nearest corner and turn back to a kid.  The cops will be looking for an old dude; they'll never find you.

[He shrugs.]  Maybe she meant it literally.  Your grew and that made you look however you look.  [He thinks for a minute.] Yeah, she would have warned us.

[measuringdicks]

I don't try to stay old that long, why would I get checked for all that shit?

[He makes a face.] Ugh, yeah, she would, wouldn't she. [Then he sighs.] How long do you think it'll be till whatever she saw comes true? Twenty-seven years, maybe less?

[germhating_hypochondriac]

Cause you're gonna be forty for real some day.  If you get checked for everything, you can prevent it and be like the healthiest guy in the world. 

Twenty-seven years, probably.  The deadlights were a part of It and twenty-seven was like his magic number. So we'll all be friends for twenty-seven years.  And that means we'll be friends forever, 'cause old people don't make new friends.  [Or his mother didn't.]