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[Richie guffaws, at both statements.] Nah, your aunt.

[He hops up onto the bike seat. Yeah, seeing over Eddie is going to be a bit of a challenge, but Richie just pushes his glasses up his nose and nods.]

Yeah, just crouch a little more. [Anyway, he'll go slower than he usually does. He's no Bill Denbrough, certainly, who rides Silver so fast he could outrun cars at his fastest, but usually Richie likes to feel the wind on his face. For Eddie, though? He'll do a lot of things, and slowing his bike down a bit is the least of them.]

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[Eddie crouches down and watches all around, just in case one of the import hunters or resistance members suddenly shows up and tries to grab them.] 

Richie, have you seen anyone acting crazy coming out of the base?  Like really batshit, like they didn't remember who they were? Or do you think they all went back to normal?

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[He thinks about it for a moment as he pushes the bike off, starts riding down the street.]

Nope. Just the regular sort of crazy coming out. [He pauses, then adds:] A few looked kinda shaken up, like they'd just come out of a fucked-up nightmare, but that's the worst I saw. [And he was really just looking for Eddie. Maybe holding out hope for the other Losers to come through the Porter, certainly, but—mostly just Eddie.]