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Post by Avalanche on Jun 2, 2006 15:10:18 GMT -5
"Fancy..." Avalanche said. He hated seeing his newsies like this. "Come on... maybe you'll feel a lot better once you get home..." though, he severely doubted it. He was a guy! He didn't know how to handle Fancy like this! She needed a girl. There was probably a girl in the Bronx who could help her. Or he hoped anyway. "Come on... let's get you home," he said trying to help her stand.
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Post by fancy on Jun 2, 2006 15:17:06 GMT -5
Fancy brushed him off and stood on her own. "I don't need you chivlrey..." she snapped. She turned and began walking off towards the bronx. She paused and turned around. "I'm sorry Lanche... i screwed you over and you've been here less than a week..." and with that, she took off down the road.
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Post by Avalanche on Jun 2, 2006 18:44:49 GMT -5
Avalanche sighed. He walked deeper in to the Bronx, no longer whistling. Going after her was going to do no good, so he thought he might as well keep walking, but he couldn't get the whole situation out of his head... he felt awful. If he ever saw Red he'd have to talk sense into him. But... New York was huge. Who knows when Avalanche would see Red again.
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