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Eddie: Hmm, I'm not quite sure. Perhaps seeing things from a new perspective has reminded me of life's beauty. Or perhaps my new posture is causing blood to pool in the back of my brain, resulting in a slight delirium. Incidentally, you have a dime up your nose.

Eddie: How do you make that dirty?

Richie: I can do it with anything, look. Grandma's Chicken Salad.

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         Damp oozed from the corners of Thomas’ dark eyes, leaking in trails that mixed with sweat and red to drip off his chin. His pale skin was clouded, beaten a mixture of blue and black that bloomed in patterns just to ache when he moved. He chuckled softly, and then winced, turning to spit blood from his mouth and away from the boots of the empress.           “It is no trouble, Em.” Thomas started, voice wavering as he took a breath that was a little unsure. He could feel his ribs shift, grinding in ways they surely weren’t supposed to.