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"It's okay. Hang on. Just hang on, babe, it's okay."

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"What are we doing?"

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"Yes, it's okay."

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"Bill, where are we?"

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"Yes..."

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"...[Gasps softly] Bill?"

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"Wait. ...Audra, this bike saved little Stanny's life once. Mine, too. We were going so fast, I think we beat the devil. I don't know if I can go that fast again. Hold on. ...Beat it, beat it, beat it, beat it, Audra. Beat it, beat it... Come on, come on, babe."

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"Hi-yo, Silver, away!"

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"Bill thought the time here, the time away from his work, might somehow help. But I guess Audra's gone for good. One of Its many casualties. Locked in that haunted place where she saw Its Deadlights. Bill has been good to visit every day. We laugh about our failing memories. We sometimes have to ask each others' names, now. His sadness is profound, I wish there was something I could do. Something I could have done."

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"Okay, Audra. It's time to go."

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"Ben and Bev left Derry together, headed west. After a week they were married, a few weeks later, they were pregnant. Another curse broken. Bill and Audra are still here. I wish the news were better, but Audra's condition is unchanged. They're leaving today."

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"Alright, cut."

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[Incoherent dialogue]

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"He co-stars with another comic, a guy any of the Lucky Seven could have told you looks and acts like Eddie Kaspbrak."

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"Five-seventy-four, take eighteen, mark."

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"...I guess that's how I'd like to remember us, if I could remember us. Standing there by the lake, the sun going down on our childhood. This will be my last entry. I got it in just in time. Just before the fog in my brain swept all of my memories away entirely. Now, just weeks later, I look back on that time not from memory, but from the pages of this book. The nightmare is over. What little police involvement there was was brief and cursory, as is always the case here in Derry. Now that there's no further need for a lighthouse keeper, well, I feel I may move on. See whatever is down the road apiece. As of this writing, Richie's still knocking them dead. He's got a part in a movie."