Penny and Penny each strode to the Soups and Pasta aisle, each full of the urge for confrontation, and stared down it at each other as Mama seemingly wove incomprehensible plans of her own on that Time Pilot cabinet.
Pennywise broke the silence first.
"I think it's time to put a new record on the turntable, Bags.
It's strange that it's all gone so wrong... these guys freaking on the floor before us... these spiderwebs of horror... Don't you agree?"
"It's always the small things, young man."
"...Sigh. You were always so crude, and you haven't changed."
"And so refined about it, Wiseguy!"
"And so refined. Yes, she was small. But she's no thing."
"She's a thing for us. A prize. I'm just honest about it."
"...It didn't have to be."
"But it is."
"But it is, but... she was such a treasure. I mean, a good person. Great to be around. Cool!"
"I am not interested in 'cool,' young man."
Pennywise ignored him. "Why did we go to the store late last night looking for this fight?"
(Jose checked his watch. It really was a new morning... where had the time gone?)
"I no longer care about the girl. But I won't forget your slights."
"You don't care? Then burn this." Pennywise threw a heavy framed photo at Pennybags. The glass in front shattered as it landed. "You don't care, right?"
The photo of Candace was shoulders-up, so here she stood as tall as anyone. Her smile in it could radiate happiness into the hardest of hearts. Pennybags lost his composure after just a glance, then regained it. "It doesn't matter. She's gone," he sniffed.
"You mean she's gone to where we wouldn't follow."
"I'll only follow without you. That's why you're going to die, Wiseguy."
"I know you'd only follow without me. And for years, I would have only followed without you. But now, you're going to follow me."
The scenery began to change. The characters did not. "I'm sorry," muttered Pennywise.
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