final lines I will write about all of this one day, he thinks, and knows its just a dawn thought, an after-dreaming thought. But its nice to think so for a while in the mornings clean silence, to think that childhood has its own sweet secrets and confirms mortality, and that mortality defines all courage and love. To think that what has looked forward must also look back, and that each life makes its own imitation of immortality: a wheel. Or so Bill Denbrough sometimes thinks on those early mornings after dreaming, when he almost remembers his childhood, and the friends with whom he shared it.

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