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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 22, 2008 18:59:24 GMT -5
'Manhattan, da lodging House on Duane Street. Jack...Jack told me not ta come ta Brooklyn alone.....but...but I was bored and I'd never been heah and I wanted ta see da Brooklyn Bridge." She stuttered wiping away more of her tears trying to calm down. She took some deep breaths and stared up into the eyes of this stranger.
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Post by mark on Sept 22, 2008 19:10:28 GMT -5
"Alright, alright. Try and calm down. I'll get you back to the Lodging House, I promise. Are you tired?" He bent down a little more and wrapped his arm around her lower shoulder and his other arm under her legs. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you."
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 22, 2008 19:12:10 GMT -5
"Yes, very." She said smiling a shaky smile. "Thankya. What's yar name sir? Yar very kind." She smiled a toothy grin at him still sniffling a little.
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Post by mark on Sept 22, 2008 19:14:38 GMT -5
Mark gave her a small smile. "Why, thank you. Your very sweet as well. My name's Mark Findley. What's yours?" Lifting her up, he started walking slowly so they could talk a bit. Him hoping he would get her mind off being lost.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 22, 2008 19:16:03 GMT -5
"Me name's Smiley. Smiley Anderson. I'se a Hattan newsie." She gave him that heart warming smile again.
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Post by mark on Sept 22, 2008 19:19:46 GMT -5
Mark's smile turned into a big grin. "Well, that's nice." He hated how kids sold papers, but since she was so young, she wouldn't know he was putting that fake grin on. Coughing a little bit, he nodded his head as his heart melted at her smile. She was a real cute kid.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 22, 2008 19:25:37 GMT -5
"What do you do Mister Findley? Ya gotta job?" She asked. "If ya ever need a pape I sell on Maple Street. Only a penny a pape." She giggled a little and her curls shook when she laughed.
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Post by mark on Sept 22, 2008 19:28:13 GMT -5
Mark laughed. "I work at the docks in Brooklyn. And, call me Mark. You don't have to call me Mister Findley." Shaking his head at her offer, he commented, "Don't worry Smiley, I'll buy a pape from you every morning." He grinned, and gave her a kiss on the cheek and started playing with her hair as she layed in his arms.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 22, 2008 19:32:33 GMT -5
Smiley blushed and giggled a little again. "Mark, ya don't gotta walk all da way ta Manhattan every mornin' just ta buy a pape from me. I sell jist fine. Jack says I'm becoming an expert. All I gotta do is grin and ask dem ta buy a pape politely. But sometimes...." She looked around her. "I sometimes make up fake headlines." She whispered as if it was a very serious thing. She had a very serious look on her petite face and her brown eyes looked up at him.
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Post by mark on Sept 22, 2008 19:35:55 GMT -5
Mark laughed out loud. Wondering if he offended her, he calmed down. "Sorry, Smiley. Just to let you know, I used to be a newsie. I made up fake headlines too. We can keep that our little secret alright?"
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 22, 2008 20:24:40 GMT -5
"A'right. I love secrets! And I like you Mark. How old are you?" She asked curiously, reaching up to touch his blonde hair. She smiled up at him again. She smiled a lot, that's why they called her Smiley.
"Ya know? Ya remind me a' me older brudda, Cliff. Even though I don't remember him much." She said sighing a little, as quickly as she frowned she smiled again though.
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Post by mark on Sept 23, 2008 5:44:55 GMT -5
Mark nodded his head. "I'm 22. How old might you be?" He smiled sadly, knowing it was hard for her to lose someone at such a young age.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 23, 2008 8:04:58 GMT -5
"Wow, 22??? Dat's.....old." She frowned trying to think up a good word but old was all she could come up with. The smile came back.
"I'm eight." She told him. She felt so safe in his arms, she wished she could stay there forever. She snuggled up to him closer, leaning her head on his chest and yawning.
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Post by mark on Sept 23, 2008 16:27:45 GMT -5
Mark smiled at her. "No, not that old. But if that's what you think, ok." Grinning as she layed her chest on him, he sighed. Mark always wanted a little sister, or a child. And she seemed perfect.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 23, 2008 18:25:18 GMT -5
She looked up at him with adoration. Those big brown eyes showed the kindness she had never been given. She snuggled in a bit more and smiled sleepily up at him.
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