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    “This is a straightening iron. It can make your hair look more like mine, but only for a little bit. A couple hours to a couple days, depending on how you treat your hair before and after. It’s very hot. Don’t touch it.”

    Jane nods very seriously. She’s touched a lot of hot things, on purpose and on accident, in the past few months. The straightening iron is lying on the counter, angled so that the hot bits are hanging over the sink. Steve’s hands rest on her shoulders as he stands behind her. He is making eye contact with her in the mirror. She looks a lot shorter than him because she’s sitting on a stool that he dragged in from the kitchen.

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    Steve doesn’t really worry about saying the wrong thing to Robin. He still thinks about what he’s gonna say if they’re having a serious conversation, because he’s not as dumb as he looks, but he doesn’t obsess over it or anything. He doesn’t have to.

    “We should kiss,” he says. The ceiling isn’t spinning, but it definitely looks a little weird. Like, he’s 82% sure that it can’t be the exact same ceiling that’s been in his room his whole life. It’s just kinda... off.

    “I’m high, not drunk,” Robin responds.

    “How’s the ceiling right now?”

    “Stationary.”

    “Me too, I think. Anyway, that’s not what I meant. Gross.”

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    “Hey, shithead.”

    Max’s head whips to find Steve leaning against the doorway, hands deep in the pockets of his khakis and his ankles crossed casually, like he hangs out in this funeral home all the time. 

    “Oh.” She clears her throat. “Hey. Asshole.”

    “If you’re trying to hide, you might want to shut the door,” he says, stepping inside and lightly pushing the door until it clicks shut. The room feels so much smaller. 

    “I didn’t want to freak anyone out.”

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    The Mayfields moved in across the way, and Eddie saw Steve carrying boxes. A bit weird to see Steve Harrington in the trailer park, sure, but maybe the mom paid him twenty bucks or something to help with moving. Not a huge deal. Then Eddie saw Steve Harrington pull up outside that same trailer in his BMW the very next night, around one in the morning. The little redheaded freshman girl came out of her place carrying a backpack and got into the car, and before Eddie could blink Steve was driving off, and Eddie felt like he might throw up.

    Sure, technically it's none of his business, but Jesus fuckin' Christ, the girl can't be any more than fifteen at the oldest, and that’s if he’s being generous. He’s almost sure she’s fourteen. Steve's a grown-ass man, so Eddie would probably be well within his rights to call the cops, but what the hell would he say? Officer, I saw them talking. He gave her a ride. The hell kind of evidence is that? Besides, the cops don't give a shit about anything that happens on this side of town, and they sure as hell don’t give a shit about anything that Eddie Munson has to say. Eddie's gonna have to figure something else out.

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    “Nancy, we gotta go, we can’t save him,” he hears Jonathan say, and just as he watches Nancy raise her gun, something tears through his back.

    It’s heat and pain and blackness ripping through his chest, it’s tears on Jonathan’s face, it’s Nancy pulling the trigger, and they need to move they need to move they need to move and he can’t move and everything is going black and breathing doesn’t exist anymore so with whatever breath his lungs can gather, he yells.

    “Run,” he gasps out, more wheeze than word, and he feels warm blood soaking his abdomen. The thing in his chest is holding him up now, his body limp, every nerve screaming as his vision blurs. He can feel its body pulsing inside him.

    Nancy’s wide eyes narrow. Steve hears a bang, and he’s dead.

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    Steve never really thought he'd get a second chance.

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