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There are only six fortune cookies. Six little slips of paper. Guess Stanley Could Not Cut It.
As Bev slides the last piece into place the message sinks in and it cuts like a knife. Barely remembering who in the ever-loving fuck Stanley even is, Richie feels his heart turn to lead and sink down into his shoes. The feeling reminds him of the day he found out that his dad died, and the insanity of grieving a stranger so intensely makes him feel untethered. Crazed.
A deadlights fic.
