#Chapter155
Jason Voorhees, Leather Face, Hannibal Lecture, Pennywise, and even a little blood drooling Cujo, lay in a neat little row on Deacon's living room floor.
As I sat over them, grinning so damn wide that my face felt like it was going to split, I found myself wondering if this was how Oz felt about his stupid stuffed toys. He had always been doing stupid stuff with them, like having tea parties and letting his monkey slide down the bannister, or unable to sleep without cuddling one.
If it was, then I felt a little bad. I had teased him about it, but never enough to upset him, but Blake and I used to laugh about it behind his back. It was before the two of them got together. I considered phoning Oz up just to tell him, just to be a dick, but I dismissed it. I was trying to be good and fix the damage between me, him and Blake.
/"What do you think, Freddy?/" I asked, tapping the top of Freddy's head with my finger. /"What should we make them do?/"
