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“ —— but you were just a kid when they told you. you’d been born to bleed, little soldier.
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— favorite largely because of the losers’ club and the unbreakable bond they shared, the way they stood together and faced pennywise despite everything.”
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“salem’s lot is good. certainly worth the read. but when it comes to stephen king, i would actually choose ‘it’.” he was well aware of that scene in the book— the one better left unspoken— and he gave a small shrug at the thought.
“it remained as my —
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“ I’m reading Salem’s Lot right now, I’m only a little way through because my job doesn’t give me much time off. “
[ She shrugs a little bit, taking her bag off and setting it on the floor so she can sit comfortably. Keegan is turned just slightly towards him. ]
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“it is a slow build.” with an easy nod, he gestured for her to sit beside him, making it clear she was welcome. once she settled in, he turned slightly toward her, curiosity softening his expression.
“what was the last book that you read or is currently —
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“ It is a little bit of a slow build up, isn’t it? It’s too bad, the rest of it is hard to put down. “
[ Gripping the strap of her backpack anxiously with one hand, with the other, she gestures to the seat open beside him. ]
“ Do you uhm… mind if I sit here? “
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the sound of her voice made him flinch, just for a moment, before he let out a quiet chuckle. he glanced down at the book on his hands, then back at her, a hint of amusement tugging at his lips.
“it’s good,” he said, almost casually— then added with —
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best not to bother him unless it was truly urgent. he sat with a book in hand, wholly absorbed, the world around him fading into irrelevance as his attention sank deep into the pages, leaving little room for anything— or anyone— else.
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