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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 24, 2008 22:11:38 GMT -5
"Oh boy! I can't believe it!! A actual reality real standing kind house to live in?  ! Oh boy wow! I mean It's not like I'se never lived in one before but....you got brothers and sisters??? Lucky duck, I don't got any. I can't believe it! This is Amazing!!! A real family! A real House!!! Oh boy" Pup shouted, talking nonstop. He smiled the biggest grin he had ever smiled ever and threw his arms around Les giving him a huge hug. |
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Post by les on Aug 25, 2008 0:17:06 GMT -5
"Oh boy! I can't believe it!! A actual reality real standing kind house to live in?! Oh boy wow! I mean It's not like I'se never lived in one before but....you got brothers and sisters??? Lucky duck, I don't got any. I can't believe it! This is Amazing!!! A real family! A real House!!! Oh boy" Les started laughing hysterically. One minute, the kid was shaking and not talking at all, the next minute, he's shouting at the top of his lungs and smiling like broad daylight. He kept hugging Stuart, then after that, he sat down on the ground. "So, Stuart, how old are ya kid?" Glancing at Stuart, he still noticed that they were in the washroom, but it didn't matter to him anymore. Les finally felt like he wasn't the youngest anymore, and he actually had a little sibling to take care of, even better, a little brother! He was grinning enormously to himself waiting for Stuart to answer, then realizing he didn't have a nickname. He himself hadn't gotten one, particularly not wanting a nickname, just liking Les the way it was. His brother David didn't like his nickname that the infamous Spot Conlon gave him though. David always rolled his eyes and gave you a glare that you could never penetrate when you called him The Walkin' Mouth. After shaking the thought of his brother out of his head, he looked back at Stuart and commented, "Hey Stuart, yoah actin' like a pup, ya know how dey always jump around?" Then he thought about what he just said, "Pup! Dat's it! I'm gunna call ya Pup, dat's yoah new nickname." Les couldn't wait to tell Sarah and Davey that he made a new little brother, and actually named him!
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 25, 2008 0:28:44 GMT -5
"Pup? Pup. Pup." Stuart repeated, his smile grew again and he jumped up in happiness. He remembered Les's question.
"I'm seven. Me birthday's October 11."
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Post by les on Aug 25, 2008 0:30:49 GMT -5
"I'm seven. Me birthday's October 11."
He smiled as he began jumping up and down, exactly like a little pup. That name fit him perfectly well. "I'm 10. My birthday is September 10. "
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 25, 2008 0:35:41 GMT -5
"Wow Les, you're..." Pup started counting on his fingers. "Three years older then me."
"So where do you live Les?" Pup asked fiddling with his shoelaces.
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Post by les on Aug 25, 2008 0:37:47 GMT -5
"Wow Les, you're...Three years older then me. So where do you live Les?"
Les was suprised, here he was, a fourth grader, and a first grader could count to 3. He was impressed as well as suprised. "I live in Midtown, in a little apartment."
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 25, 2008 0:42:53 GMT -5
"Oh wow. I've never seen an apartment before. " Pup exclaimed smiling a toothy grin. "Oh boy! This is gonna be neat!" Pup said. Les guessed that was his favorite phrase. The change in the boy was miraculous. He couldn't believe this cheerful, excited boy was the same kid he had found at the resturaunt. Pup and Les both ran out of things to say so they sat in the silence, just enjoying each other's company. Les examined Pup intently, the younger boy was still intent in fiddling with his shoelaces. Les noticed something he hadn't noticed before. There were faint bruise marks on Pup's face.
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Post by les on Aug 25, 2008 0:47:55 GMT -5
Les gasped. He couldn't believe he didn't notice this before. He acknowledged Pup by saying, " Pup? I was wonderin'...were did dos bruises come from?" He asked this very weakly, having no idea how those got there.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 25, 2008 0:56:18 GMT -5
Pup's head shot up and he looked up at Les. His eyes got real far off. His eyes were empty and emotionless. He looked down at the ground for a long moment. Pup had never told anybody, his mother told him she would kill him if she did. He shook a little and looked up at Les. In a shaky voice he started his story.
"I lived on the rich part of Manhattan in a big big house. Me Parents were really rich. My Daddy works for the World. I had a twin sister but she died when I was four. Me mother took it hard, real hard. She was confused and in shock. The only thing she could think of was to blame me for her death. Everyday my Daddy would go to work, and Ma would beat me, real bad." Tears welled up in Pup's eyes.
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Post by les on Aug 25, 2008 1:02:21 GMT -5
Once Pup started shaking, Les felt terribly bad for asking. As he finished his story, Les felt like he wanted to throw up, it was horrific. He couldn't imagine, ever, how someone would beat on a poor, defenseless child like that.
When he said his dad worked for the World, Les got pulled out of his thoughts. As Pup was finishing, Les scooted over to Pup and pulled the boy onto his lap and stroked his hair as Davey had done to him at a young age. He whispered the same thing into his ear that he did at the resteraunt. "Shh...Shh...it's all gunna be all right. It's good to cry, just let it all out."
After comforting him for a while, he let him sit in his lap, but asked, "What was yoah Pop's name, if ya don't mind my askin'."
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 25, 2008 1:08:00 GMT -5
"Harold. Harold Dawkins. Mother called him Harry." Pup said sniffling, his eyes still empty and emotionless.
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Post by les on Aug 25, 2008 1:12:42 GMT -5
"Harold. Harold Dawkins. Mother called him Harry."
Les nodded, but felt like he has seen this face before. He remembered going into Pulitzer's Office with Jack before he left for Brooklyn, but the only guy he saw that kicked them out was....Seitz! Pulitzer's right hand man. Seitz did kind of look like Pup, but he wasn't so sure. Les was definate that people shortened their names though.
"Pup..I was wondering, is Harold Dawking his full whole name?"
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 25, 2008 1:15:50 GMT -5
"Yeah. That's his full name." Pup snapped, glaring. Then he looked out the window and said.
"Have ya ever noticed how tall sky scrapers are?"
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Post by les on Aug 25, 2008 1:21:06 GMT -5
"Yeah. That's his full name. Have ya ever noticed how tall sky scrapers are?"
Having his face in a confused scrunch, Les sighed. He obviously could tell that was not his father's full name, so he decided not to push it any further but only make on more comment on the subject.
"Uh...Pup? I only got one thing ta say, if dat isn't his full name, ya can tell me, and ya can trust me. I ain't gunna do nothin' bad ta ya. And anyway, yoah already me lil brudda." Les squeezed Pup's shoulder as in showing comfort towards him.
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Post by pupdawkinsseitz on Aug 25, 2008 1:26:17 GMT -5
Pup nodded but didn't say anything.
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! Oh boy wow! I mean It's not like I'se never lived in one before but....you got brothers and sisters??? Lucky duck, I don't got any. I can't believe it! This is Amazing!!! A real family! A real House!!! Oh boy" Pup shouted, talking nonstop. He smiled the biggest grin he had ever smiled ever and threw his arms around Les giving him a huge hug.