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4 Years Later

"How about next month we can get you to come?"

"I have to check our schedule and see what we have going on."

"Sounds good to me. You sure you can have about a few for display?"

"I actually have 5 all done and ready. I slowed down on the order right now and I don't have to rush," I explained as I was cradling the phone to my ear on my shoulder and looking at some of the arms that I would use for the showcase. The sun was coming down nice and slow through our apartment, giving everything a ting of orange and yellow glow as I had one of the museum curators name Ryan Knoll from Portland Oregon. I was invited to go showcase some of my work with Prosthetic Limb art. It was a huge deal since Sports Medicine and Health was also huge in the Pacific Northwest, and for me to not only show off my art but to see their own Olympic training sessions would be life-changing.

"Sounds perfect! Let me know by the end of tomorrow and we can get your hotel and stay set up for you at one of our best hotels near the museums," I smiled as I held out the phone to place it on speakerphone.

"Thanks for the invitation," I thanked Ryan.

"No problem. We'll talk later," I hung up and placed the phone in my apron, sighing as I was looking at the newest prosthetic I was working on. It was coming along great, My smile coming through as I moved my eyesight over to the right. On the massive brick wall that was covered in memorabilia and canvas was a display case with an old prosthetic arm that I had in the past. It made me stare at it hard since it was worn and torn int he familiar places that I remembered.

The prosthetic that I wore when I went back to Derry.

When I was in the hospital I told the Doctor that I wanted to keep it, so I knew what happened and I wouldn't forget again. So there it was on my wall, the grime of the greywater and a small splatter of blood still along the surface, along with the indented hole from Henry Bowers's knife that impaled it. There was so much damage on the arm itself, and maybe it was supposed to be a reflection of what I was feeling on the inside.

Right next to the display case was a set of two polaroid pictures in one frame, a side by side picture. On one side was the picture of the 8 Losers as children in Derry, jammed together in the frame and grinning in the photograph. On the other side was the group picture from my wedding, the same big grins on our faces like nothing was phasing us. It made me smile seeing how much we've grown as a group.

Ben and Beverly had a daughter named Rose Hanscom, or Rosie to us Losers. She was a spitting image of her mother but she had her father's eyes and smile. The three of them traveled the world together but settled on a semi-permanent home in San Francisco. Rose was showing traits to her father in his kindness and gentle behavior, though she had his mother's beauty and assertiveness.

Mike was loving his life down in Florida, finding himself in a relationship with a beautiful woman named Jane and a handyman of sorts in his town. He loved it though, he was more than willing to help around town and he was becoming quite popular down there. The townspeople were seeing him more like an icon, which I thought he rightfully deserved.

Bill and Audra were dominating the film industry. The book Bill wrote right after Derry was a smash hit, immediately going into a movie trilogy. The third movie was about to come up in the fall and the critics were already raving. In their personal lives, they adopted an infant son who was now 18 months old, and they named him Georgie after his uncle he would never get to meet.

Richie was a West Coast celebrity and was rising in his stardom. He's been in a handful of movies, mostly comedies, and he was highly successful. His guest appearances on SNL threw him above and beyond in his new home in Los Angeles. As for his love life, it was something we all were rooting for.

It involved Eddie.

Eddie moved out to Los Angeles a bit after my wedding, he got a transfer from his old company in New York to the sister company on the West Coast. Even though it was a massive step for him and we were all a bit afraid of how he was going to handle it, he was glad he did. Freshly divorced, Eddie was loving his new life in Los Angeles. Richie helped him get his bearings and showed him around town, and although he didn't see it coming as well as Richie, the rest of us were just waiting for it to happen.

And sure enough, it did.

The front door opened at the apartment, having my smile get big as I heard two sets of feet coming into the entryway. One set was bigger than the other, and it was one of my favorite sounds to hear in our home.

"What should we do for a snack then?"

"Peanut Butter Sandwiches!"

"Before dinner? What would your mom say?" A small infectious giggle filled the living room.

Austin Paul Uris was born right on schedule at the beginning of summer in the late evening, absolutely perfect in every way. He had a head of hair and curious eyes from the moment he was born, and although I was sleep-deprived from the 11 hours of labor, I didn't want to look away from him.

He was beautiful, and I was a blubbering mess when I was holding him close.

Stanley was instantly smitten with his son, seeing the small whips of curls that were clearly from him and how his son was already inquisitive. It felt like before Austin was born, Stanley was worried about what kind of father he was going to be. I knew he was thinking of his father and what his father did to him, which worried him. But as soon as he held Austin, I knew he was going to be different.

He was going to love his son the right way.

My father was present for the birth, seeing his grandson for the first time. If I was enraptured with him, my father was purely possessive. He loved Austin, holding him like a natural and declaring himself as Pop Pop. I could tell he was going to be the best grandfather in the universe, already thinking of plenty of things he was going to do with Austin when he was old enough. I was just glad Austin had one grandparent to play with and lean on.

As for The Losers, they met Austin via FaceTime, seeing their faces on the phone as the best that we could do since they were all at their homes around the country. But they were so happy to see him, promising to come by as soon as they could. As much as I loved my friends and I would do anything for them, I needed this only with Stanley and my father. We made Beverly his Godmother and Bill his official Godfather, though the rest of the Losers were his Godfathers unofficially. They were grateful for it none the less.

Our friends loved Austin. The first ones to officially meet him were Bill and Audra, and they were instantly in love with him. It was the day after we came back to the hospital, both of them came by after Bill had a meeting with his editor. Bill was afraid to hold Austin since he was so small. Audra was great at holding him, both of them watched his every move and sniffle that he would do. The rest came every other week when they could in their schedules. The best ones to see were Ben and Beverly. Ben was seeing how Beverly was walking around the apartment with Austin in her arms and there was a glint in her eyes. A month or so later they were pregnant.

Of course, the first few years with Austin were challenging, but we hammered through. He was a good mixture of both of us, genuinely curious and brave in new things and challenges like myself, and yet was observant and serious at time, just like Stanley. We both loved being parents, taking in every milestone that was unfolding in front of us. Austin made us better, I knew that for certain as we were growing closer as a couple. When we would travel to see the others, of when they would come to see us, they would help us out with Austin. We were grateful for them, and we didn't want to take them for granted. The Losers loved to play with Austin, especially Richie who would get him toy after toy when he would visit.

"I'm the fun uncle. Deal with it," He stated to us.

There were times when Derry would come back and haunt both of us. The nightmares were still evident, moments of being back in the sewers and seeing Pennywise again. The fact stilled remained, that we were still remembering what happened to us and how we were so close to death. Stanley and I were very careful to try and not show it in front of Austin since he was so young and he picked up on our social cues. I blamed Stanley for that trait since he clearly for that from his father.

He did see Stanley at one time in one of these moments when he was remembering what happened with him back in Georgia. It was the anniversary of when Stanley tried to kill himself, something that he distinctly remembered. It was one of those moments where I knew Stanley was fine and was able to take care of himself, though it was an emotional topic.

Stanley was sitting at the kitchen table, lost in his thought as Austin and I were coming back from a trip to the store early in the summer evening. Austin was walking and holding my hand, talking to me about something that happened at his preschool earlier that day. He loved talking to me about his day, he was very detailed for a 3-year-old boy as we entered our home. His hair, though curly and thick like Stanley's, had my shade and Stanley's eyes with my freckles.

Austin stopped as he saw Stanley at the table. I said nothing, knowing what it was. Stanley had his hands on the table, looking down at the faint scar on his wrist and his face knotted together. I could tell he was crying or trying not to cry as he was so still. He would usually run over to scoop Austin into his arms, being the best at greeting his son after being away from him all day. But today, it was different, and Austin could feel it.

Austin released my hand and walked over to Stanley, saying nothing and walking very carefully. I wanted to stop him, but he was already too far away and If I was going to move too fast I would spook Stanley. Austin stopped next to Stanley's knee, resting his hands on his knee. Stanley finally snapped out of it, not brashly but softly as he looked down at our son and blinked rapidly.

"Hey, buddy," he said sweetly, trying to hide the pain in his voice. But, being his typical young self, Austin could read him like a book.

"You sad, daddy?" he asked, having me hear my heart starting to break from how genuine he sounded to Stanley. Stanley sighed and shook his head, reached over to pick up Austin who was willing to be picked up. Once Austin was placed on his lap, Stanley gave him a small smile.

"I am sad. Not at you though," He reassured Austin.

"Why, daddy?" Austin had to ask as I walked over carefully, seeing Stanley give me a brief look before he could think of what to say to our son. What could you say to a three-year-old who seemed to be smarter than you at times? I didn't even know as I sat down next to them in the neighboring chair.

"Because I get nightmares, and they really scare me sometimes and make me sad," He explained carefully. I felt bad for Stanley in these times, knowing he had his own demons that he wouldn't dare let me try to share with him. He dreamt of the painted lady, Pennywise, the teeth that were around his face, it was all too much for him at times. And although I knew he wasn't going to do anything as drastic as killing himself as he did years before, I still worried for him at times.

"Don't be sad, okay daddy?" Austin asked, then resting his small head on Stanley's chest and wrapping his tiny arms such as he could around his father. Stanley engulfed him in his arms, his own head against his son's head, and breathing in his curls to calm himself down. I saw Stanley looking over Austin's head at me, having me give him a calming look.

I loved Stanley's relationship with our son, both of them loved being together and were thick as thieves. Even after a long day at the firm, Stanley would always make time to play with Austin or have Austin help him make dinner. He would read him to sleep, help him brush his teeth, and even was starting to show Austin how to ride a bike. It was all the things Stanley wished his father wanted to do with him, and he wasn't going to waste it on Austin.

"You got it, Austin," He replied into our son's hair as I reached over to rubbed Stanley's arm.

"Mom would say yes I think!"

"I don't know, Austin. We should ask her…"

"Please, daddy?!"

I had to hide my chuckle as I was creeping out of the master bedroom where I was working and around the corner to see both Austin and Stanley facing each other, Stanley kneeling to his level with a sly smirk on his face. Austin was a bit taller, still skinny and his curly hair was tame from not only gel that Stanley used that morning on their father-son day, but he recently got a hair cut. They both were out the whole day to give me some time on my work with some recent Prosthetic orders. But they also enjoyed each other on those days.

"Ask me what?" I said loudly, bringing both of their eyes on me. Stanley smiled at me as Austin was getting his big eyes ready to use on me as he usually would while I strolled over to them.

"Can we have peanut butter sandwiches for dinner, mom? Please?" He asked me, having me play along and think to myself a bit dramatically.

"Well, I was making us some of my famous spaghetti and meatballs for dinner…" I trailed off, Austin's eyes getting big when I mentioned one of his favorite meals, "But if you want sandwiches…"

"NO!" Austin interrupted me and ran over to hug my legs, I kept my balance as I laughed and looked down. He was staring up at me, having me almost see a clear resemblance of Stanley in his face, "I like the meatballs." he explained in a small tone.

"Fine, spaghetti it is," I laughed and scooped him in my arm, Austin squeezing me back, "Were you a good boy for your dad?"

"Yes! We went to see the dinosaurs!" Austin explained as I walked the both of us over to the kitchen and Stanley was right behind us.

"Again?" I asked him, Austin giggled as I sat him on the kitchen island and he sat on the edge to watch me get the plates together, "You were just there the last week."

"That's where he wanted to go," Stanley explained as he stood next to Austin and grabbed the utensils out of the drawer, "I asked and that's where he wanted to spend his day,"

"I tried to count the teeth on the T-Rex but there were too many," Austin explained to me in annoyance as I grinned, "I only got to 30,"

"That's very impressive for a four year old boy," I admitted to him as he then looked at my prosthetic arm in curiosity. He pointed with his finger.

"Is that a new arm, mommy?"

Austin knew I only had one arm since he was so self-aware he caught on early on that I was a bit different from the other mothers, let alone Stanley. But I knew that I was going to be more natural about it, not treating it like it was rare or scary to see. He's seen me with and without my prosthetic, seeing how I could take care of myself and do things like the other mothers or adults could around him. When he was old enough, he asked what my prosthetic was, and since it was a bigger word than what he was used to, I called it my Robot Arm.

He as fascinated.

He also saw me paint and design prosthetics in my mini studio or our bedroom, so I would have him sit in his own chair that was high enough to watch me paint. He was into every project that I would do, his eyes watching my every move and noticing what I was making. When he went off to preschool, he told his teacher that I was a robot since I called my prosthetic robot arm. Of course, after meeting the teacher and letting her know about how Austin was a bit literal at times, the teacher understood.

"It is," I answered, showing him my newly designed arm. I painted a massive tree with the roots stretching down to the end where my wrist was and the leaves were different shades of green, "Do you like it?"

"It's pretty, mommy." He said as he looked at the leaves with fascination.

"Thank you," I thanked him as I showed him the plates, "Wanna set the table?"

He nodded his head as I placed him on the ground. Handing him the plastic plates, he walked them carefully and slowly, a hard look of concentration as he started placing the three plates on the table, giving me time to talk to Stanley.

"Thank you for letting me have some time alone here, the deal is still good if we want to go to Portland," I explained to him in a low tone so Austin wouldn't hear. Stanley grinned, leaning over to kiss me as he was holding the forks and knives in his hand.

"That's great! What did you say?" He asked as we were both walking over to meet Austin at the table.

"I told him we would have to look at our schedule for next week," I answered as we got the table ready, Austin getting himself into the booster seat as Stanley went to grab the food off of the counter, "I think we can do it since nothing's important coming up that week that the wants us to come out. It also depends on if we can take Austin with us."

"Where?" Austin asked me as Stanley placed the spaghetti bowl on the table with the salad on the side. Stanley sat down between Austin and I as I looked at Austin with a kind smile.

"Well, I made some more Robot Arms for people to look at and maybe buy, and they want me to go on a plane with those arms and show them in a museum," I explained, Austin was interested and not eating his food yet.

"They wanna buy your robot arms?" He asked.

"Not my own, but the ones I would paint for those who need them," I explained.

"Does that mean you have to leave?" he asked, almost sounding a bit hurt about it. I had a feeling this was going to be a problem since Austin was very close to both of us and didn't like it when I had to leave for either training with the Paralympics or for meetings. Thankfully, Stanley rarely had to travel because it was more important for him to stay in Boston with his firm. But with me, I was more prone to travel. Austin didn't like it, and it broke my heart a bit too to leave him behind. No matter how many trinkets or toys I would bring back, Austin didn't like me leaving him behind.

"Well," I started, "It does. But, your dad and I were talking and maybe we can try and find a way for you and dad to come with me," Austin's face lit up with the thought, having me feel a bit better about the situation as Stanley spoke up too.

"Your mom and I will talk about it some more, but I bet you we can definitely go," he reassured Austin as he then gasped slightly and reached into his back pocket and took out his phone, "Speaking of which, I got a call from Eddie. He and Richie are wanting to plan something for us as a group but they wanted to run it by you since you're the artist,"

"What is it?" I asked, seeing Austin already attempting to eat his portion of his dinner that I set for him.

"It was mostly Richie's idea, but they are thinking of getting….a tattoo," I looked at him in shock from how casual he made it sound.

"Are you serious?" I asked, seeing him shrug his shoulders as he too took a bit from his dinner, "That does not sound like Eddie at all."

"To be fair, it sounds like Richie," Stanley countered as Austin took a big bite from his meatball that I had cut up for him, "Clearly, they want all of us to do it together,"

"What else did he say about it?" I asked, pondering some more about the notion as I took a bite for my dinner to not forgot to at least eat, yet this new discovery was enough to get my distracted.

"The both of them talked about it for a while and they want to turn it into a group ritual," Stanley explained some more.

"How do you feel about it?" I pushed, seeing him think about it. If there was going to be someone who wasn't going to completely on board with the thought of getting something as permanent and maybe taboo like a tattoo, it would be my husband, He has loosened up a bit since we got together, and even more when Austin was born. But there were still things in his life that he wasn't going to budge, and I knew that was going to be an ongoing thing for him.

"I wouldn't be opposed to it," He said, and now I was giving him a look of intrigued as he threw up his hands, "At this point in my life, I might as well if the others are going to go along with it. And if Eddie wants to, that has to say something," I nodded, still thinking that it was a huge deal. But Stanley was right: If Eddie thought it was a good move then it had to be since Eddie was more rational about these things.

"Richie wanted it to be something that we could always remember what happened," Stanley said to me, having me pause briefly as I was about to take a bite from my salad. Of course, know ti all made sense with why this was happening. We were all afraid that we were going to forget again, though we knew we ended Pennywise 5 years ago. But there was still the hesitance behind it, and every once in a while, I would think that I would wake up and not remember all that we went through. It was a fear not just for me, but for the others too. We forgot once as children, who knew if that would happen again for us.

"Remember what, mommy?" Austin asked, both Stanley and I looked over at him. He had spaghetti semi-speared all over his face and his eyes looking right at me in genuine wonder. I forgot about how attune Austin was with his ears when adults were talking around him, he listened to a lot of things. I gave Stanley a concerned looked, seeing him bit his lower lip too not knowing what to say.

"To remember that we're friends," I replied calmly, seeing him watch me intently.

"What's a tattoo?" He asked, having me can't help but grin.

"It's like the drawings I do on my arm, but they're on your skin, and they don't come off," I explained, seeing him think of himself before he was looking like his typical 4-year-old self.

"Can I have one?" He asked I had to crack a smile when Stanley spoke up.

"Not until you're 40," He answered as he took a bite from his meatball. I shot him a glare, though my grin wasn't gone.

"Stanley!" I said in a groan and gasp, seeing him roll his eyes as he threw up his spare hand. Even Austin was giggling as I was helping him wipe his face with a napkin.

"Okay fine…35," He reasoned.

"Be honest with me, Eddie. Was it your idea or was it Richie's idea?"

"It was mine, I promise!"

"You say that, but your eyes are telling me another thing,"

I was talking to Eddie on FaceTime right after dinner at my mini studio, thinking it was a good time since Eddie would be available to talk. I knew it was later where they were, but Eddie had to do some late work and he was fine with me calling him. Stanley was helping Austin with a bath and getting him ready for bed as I was working with Eddie on what he wanted all of us to get when it came to a tattoo.

"Listen," Eddie said as he could tell I was still trying to understand what was going on, "I was thinking about it for a while and I thought that…maybe it would be something that we can always look back on and know what we went through,"

"Eddie, I know where you're coming from. But a tattoo? It's permanent," I commented as he rolled his eyes on the other end of the FaceTime.

"Trust me, I got the same talk from Richie when I told him what I wanted to do," he agreed.

"And that's not a red flag to you? What about all that shit your mom and ex-wife gave you when it came to your health?" I asked him, not wanting to sound mean about, but he had to know where I was coming from. If anyone was still harboring some of the wounds of his past and who inflicted those wounds on him, it was Eddie. Not only from his mother when he was a child, but late on from his ex-wife who was trading him the same way. He was in a great place now, he was with Richie, he was thriving in LA in his new life, and all we wanted for him was to be beyond happy.

"It's been a good five years, and as much as I want to move on from what we went through and experienced, I need to remember where we came from and how it…I don't know…" He trailed off, trying to find the right words.

"How it ties together," I ended, seeing him look at me through the screen and a small smile on his face.

"Yeah, exactly." He said, having me grin at him. I then looked down at the notepad on my desk, starting to draw out what I thought would be the best thing. I knew where Eddie was coming from, how we were all tied together as a group from the moment we met in Derry as children to dealing with Pennywise as adults. It would be odd to call it destiny or fate, but then again it wouldn't be the same if there were other people involved.

"Mommy," I looked behind me to see a freshened bathed Austin in his pajamas, walking over to me as I smiled at him, "I wanna see Uncle Eddie before I go to bed."

"Is that Austin?" Eddie asked aloud in a grin, Austin's face lighting up from hearing his voice. I leaned down to grab Austin carefully, placing him in my lap as Austin was peering down at the screen to see Eddie looking in, "Heya Austin! How are you?"

"Hi, Uncle Eddie!" he said in glee, "I took a bubble bath with daddy!"

"That's good! And what do I tell you to do when you take a bath?" Eddie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Wash behind my ears," Austin recited in pride, Eddie beamed.

"That a boy! You look taller, maybe you're taller than Uncle Richie," Eddie said in a smirk as Austin giggled. We both looked to see Richie then poking his head into the screen next to Eddie, his hair was disheveled and his glasses a bit askew. Richie looked determined at Austin and pointed his finger at my son.

"Nope….he can't be taller than me!" He said one of his comedic voice. Austin laughed.

"Uncle Richie!" He said in glee.

"Hey, buddy! Isn't it past your bedtime? You partying too hard with your mom and dad?" He asked, I was giving him a look over my sons' head. Richie winked at me as Austin was now showing his pajamas shirt a Richie.

"Look at my new pajamas!" He said, showing his shirt in pride, "It's from Aunty Beverly and Uncle Ben! It has a T-Rex on it,"

"Well, Aunty Bev has good tastes…Uncle Ben….not so much," Richie joked, Eddie was nudging him in the side.

"That's not nice, Uncle Richie!" Austin semi-scolded him. Richie threw up his hands in defense.

"Sorry, Austin. I swear you sound like your dad," He said in a groan. I had to chuckle as I squeezed Austin. I could see from my spot how Austin was slowly getting sleepy, rubbing his eyes with his fingers and trying to stay awake to talk to Eddie and Richie.

"It's bedtime, Austin. Say goodnight to your Uncles, okay?" I told him, seeing him nod his head and wave to them both on the other screen.

"Bye-bye, Uncle Richie. Bye Bye Uncle Eddie," He said to the both of them. Both Eddie and Richie said their goodbyes to him as I placed Austin back on the ground, seeing him waddle away to the opening of our room.

"I'll tuck you in soon, okay Austin?" I asked him before he left the room.

"Okay, mommy," He said, disappearing into the hallway. I looked back at the two of them, seeing them give me genuine smiles.

"He's a good kid, Robin," Richie explained to me, no longer showing his playful self but more down to earth. All of the Losers loved Austin to death, as well as little Georgie and Rose. Those three were our world between the 8 of us, and it felt like we were a tribe raising them all together as one.

"Yeah, I blame his dad," I joked, hearing them chuckle a bit as I then looked down at the creation I had made while Austin was talking to the both of them. I held it up to the screen to have them see, "How about this?"

The pause was there, both Eddie and Richie were staring at the art I made. I wonder if it was good enough, I always did with the Losers Club. They were the critics that I took to heart the most in my life, even from the top coaches or art critics. They came first, even with them telling me over and over that they loved what I made.

Eddie was the first one that was grinning, a beautiful smile that was etched on his face from seeing what I made for him.

"Really?" He asked me, having me nod my head.

"If I can think of any image of our group and what we are, it's this," I reassured him, seeing Richie look over at Eddie to see his reaction.

There was a horizontal infinity symbol, but right on the top was the word LOVER, with a red V over the black S. it was the same time that I wrote in Eddie's cast that summer, and it was signifying what our group was. I remembered that day distinctly, sitting on the front porch of my childhood house in the cool summer evening. And now that we are grown, mending the scars of the past and excelling in life, this would be the perfect way to remember what we were to each other.

"It's perfect."

3 months later we all met together at a tattoo salon in Los Angeles, getting our tattoos together on a sunny afternoon.

Richie went in the chair first and got his on his hand, in the junction between his thumb and pointer finger. He wanted it there to look at the image every time he did stand up and used his gift of voices. He also felt like he needed to get a grip, figuratively, on his life and where he was going.

Eddie was right after Richie, seeing how he could do it. He got his tattoo on the inside of his forearm, on the same arm that broke when he was younger by Pennywise. It was a reminder of his strength and how far he came from being controlled or under-estimated.

Beverly had hers on her shoulder, right along her collarbone, to remind her never to look back and always look forward. It was in a harder spot, her pain level was a bit higher though Ben held her hand the hold time as a good husband would.

Ben was right after Beverly, getting his tattoo in the same spot but on the other side. He wanted to do match Beverly since it felt like they both were in sync with each other since they were children. They were destined soulmates, and they both agreed to it whole heartedly.

Mike got his on his calf on his left leg, something to show that he was more than capable to be heading in the right direction and not wanting to stand still. Although the harboring pain he had from time to time about how he was stuck in Derry all those years, this tattoo showed he was going to walk in the right direction.

Bill got his tattoo on his chest over his heart, which was touching to watch. He wanted it there not to remind him of his brother, how it all revolved around what happened to him, and where it all began with our fight against Pennywise and trying to stop It. It was moving, even having us comfort Bill as he started to cry from seeing it there on his chest.

Stanley got his right over his scar on his wrist. I watched him in intensity as he was so calm about the needle going over the faint scar tissue. None of us questioned why, but we were proud. He was walking past his insecurities that were haunting him from time to time. I felt like he came so far, no longer seeing himself as weak or broken. He was whole again, and he wanted to show it.

Lastly, I got mine over my upper arm, right above where my prosthetic was placed. It was the perfect place since my prosthetic arm was part of my life and the Losers never saw me differently because of it. They made me whole, they made me complete, one arm and all.

We were forever the Losers Club

The End.

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