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Post by spotconlon on May 17, 2006 21:40:48 GMT -5
Spot grabbed the ciggarette, lit it and took a long drag. "Like I'se says, I haven;'t and wouldn't let no newsie be killed on me turf. And if I did, I'd be doin a hell of alot more to find da dangid killer"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 17, 2006 21:43:29 GMT -5
"Stubborn." He murmurred around the cigarette. "Your men are divided." That sure was unexpected, "They wont fight a war without a war being found."
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Post by spotconlon on May 17, 2006 21:44:54 GMT -5
"No, Fancy and Gamble are divided. I dont know what Gamble's problem is, I aint askin her to soak nobody. Den Fancy treats me like shit, and when I return the favor I git scolded. I wish ded both disappear."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 17, 2006 21:46:32 GMT -5
Red looked at him sharply for a minute, but it faded from his eyes, leaving him tired looking. "Am i kiddin myself, Spot?" He wondered out loud, "Am i bettin too much on one chance?"
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Post by spotconlon on May 17, 2006 21:47:57 GMT -5
Spot looked startled, "You mean Fancy? Well I neav'h saw what you see in hoir, even when we was...togedda. I duno shes just to...wimpy for me. But if she makes ya happy, den I aint sayin nuttin."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 17, 2006 21:49:18 GMT -5
He just shook his head, moving his other hand toward his pocket lightly- where the outline of his medicine tin was visable. "On this."
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Post by spotconlon on May 19, 2006 14:38:40 GMT -5
Spot shook his head, "No Red! You keep takin dat stuff, you'll be your old self in a jiffy!"
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 19, 2006 14:40:17 GMT -5
He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow, "So what are ya saying? I aint my old self now?"
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Post by spotconlon on May 19, 2006 14:42:33 GMT -5
"Well, yoa'h old self ain't coughin up a lung everytime I saw him." Spot said seriously
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 19, 2006 14:44:10 GMT -5
He had to give him that one. "Dat aint my fault, Kid." He muttered. "You know dat."
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Post by spotconlon on May 19, 2006 14:44:53 GMT -5
Spot shurgged, "It will be your fault if ya dont take dose pills. Common Red look at all da people countin on you."
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 19, 2006 14:46:40 GMT -5
He coughed, but that was more to hide the laugh. "I aint da leader, you are. Or did you forget dat already? Everyone's countin on you."
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Post by spotconlon on May 19, 2006 14:48:10 GMT -5
Spot snorted, "Dat maybe, but I'm countin on you to stay alive- I dont want Fancy on me hands." Spot grinned
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Post by Collin Russiani on May 19, 2006 14:50:18 GMT -5
"Hm." He muttered, "I can see how dat might haave some problems behind it." Thinking about something, he looked over at the other, "Spot." He said softly, "Am i my father?"
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Post by spotconlon on May 19, 2006 14:52:55 GMT -5
Spot frowned-he had never met Red's father but he had certainly heard about him-bad things too! "Why are you askin me such a ridiculous question?" Spot demanded worriedly, was his father back in town?
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