postscript; part one
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Richie’s life is weird. He’s navigating life as a trans kid, he just fought an inter-dimensional, child-eating monster, and now he has a crush on his best friend. Luckily he has an older cousin who’s already been through all three.
September 22nd, 1989
Eddie said I shouldn’t start this letter with “hope your tits are out” but I think it will make you laugh so I’m starting with it anyways. Do you remember Eddie? I think you met him when you and Aunt Karen and Uncle Ted were here for July 4th last summer. Anyways, a clown tried to eat me and my friends a few weeks ago. Seriously.