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_{@panicfaulted | sc.}

_{“Patty, are you okay? That’s your name, right? Patty?” Sitting down on the curb next to her, Richie glances down the road in the direction Greta Bowie and her bitchy gal palls trotted off and shakes his head. “Whatever she said to you – listen, she’s a bitch and a half.”}

_{▌█ ∵  🛁   ∵ █ ▌Fingers wrapped around several buttons she had picked up looking at her shoes. She had been used to this before she had moved here. To have it brought back, the teasing and bullying so quickly now that she lived in Derry she was less then pleased. Glancing to the boy there was a very soft nod of her head.} ❝ _{Patricia. But you can call me Patty.}❞ _{A small shrug of her shoulders before opening her palm and looking down at the buttons hearing the words spoken to her by Greta in her head again and again. Glancing over to him for only a moment before speaking} ❝_{It’s fine. Well, I mean it’s not fine but— Just I’m fine.}❞ _{A sigh of frustration as her point was slightly lost in the small struggle to find the proper series of words. This was probably why Greta had decided to pick on her, talking back was hard for her} ❝_{I guess, what I mean is this happens a lot.}❞