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Post by spotconlon on May 2, 2006 20:59:28 GMT -5
"Whaddya mean? You think i should just accept this and move on? Do you not want me to care?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 4:28:22 GMT -5
"No, Spot.." He turned and looked at him with pain filled eyes of emerald, "I dont want you destroyed by this. You forget, i know about your parents. If i could turn back time and not get sick, i would, but thats impossible. I want you to be able to live after i go, thats all i want."
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Post by spotconlon on May 3, 2006 14:28:00 GMT -5
"Welll....ain't there anythin' you can do about it? medicine? an operation?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 17:44:05 GMT -5
"I have medicine...Doesnt do much." He sighed, "Gets rid of da cough for a few hours."
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Post by spotconlon on May 3, 2006 18:55:52 GMT -5
"I've been wonderin' about that cough. So dere ain't nuttin you can do to.....prolong..your life?" Spot said with a gulp.
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 18:57:16 GMT -5
He wanted to give Spot another answer, he really did. But he couldn't. Shaking his head sadly, Red tried to not look up. "Im sorry, kid.."
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Post by spotconlon on May 3, 2006 19:00:04 GMT -5
Spot, now standing from angst, sighed deeply and colapsed on a make shift chair. "I really duno if i can handle all this. I can't belive Fancy is! What she gunna do when you'h gone?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 19:01:44 GMT -5
The other winced, "Im not sure...She understands, i guess. It wasn't like i asked foah dis, and i guess we're gonna take charge of da time we have...make the most of it, ya know?"
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Post by spotconlon on May 3, 2006 19:07:13 GMT -5
Frowned, he didnt particually like Fancy, but he felt bad for her in this situation. "Look Red, you is like me big brudda'h, and when yous is...gone, I promise to keep an eye out for da broa....Fancy. We aint da best of friends, but since you care about her..ya know?"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 19:08:49 GMT -5
He looked up at him, "Hey, come heah." He pulled the other over and gave him an affectionate noogie that he wouldnt have done it public for obvious reasons. "Dis is depressin."
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Post by spotconlon on May 3, 2006 19:10:54 GMT -5
Spots first instinct was to pull away, aint no leader of Brooklyn gettin no noogie! however, under the circumstances he let Red pull him into his second almost hug of the night. "Dis is depressin! Infact, while you is still..ya know, let's try to have as much fun as possible!"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 19:11:38 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, "Im almost afraid to ask what you have in mind, Midget."
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Post by spotconlon on May 3, 2006 19:14:18 GMT -5
Spot let out a small chuckle. "Nuttin' inparticular, a little gamblin', cheatin', stealin', minor tings of course, and maybe give dem Delancys a good soakin or two..ya know, da usual!"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 3, 2006 19:15:09 GMT -5
"Oooooh." Red rubbed his hands together, "Delancey......"
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Post by spotconlon on May 3, 2006 19:17:17 GMT -5
"Ya, deys been causin' some trouble! A perfect excuse..i mean...chance..to soakin some scabs! Hey why you botherin' to work anyhow? Ya oughta enjoy your time in dis beeauful city" Spot said proudly of "his city" as he looked around at the broken bottles and empty crates.
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