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Richie is laying face down on their couch, groaning. Eddie sits at the table a handful of feet away. Eddie does not know why Richie is laying on the couch like that, but they guess it isn’t anything too serious.
“I’m so tired of this life,” Richie says, voice muffled.
“You are? I couldn’t tell,” they reply, and Richie groans louder.
“I want to be a roomba.” Richie turns back over. “I want knives taped to me, and I want to be set loose.”
They snort. “What was it this time?”
“Bev and Mike made fun of me.”
“Good.”
“Hey!”