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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 24, 2008 19:06:59 GMT -5
"Oh.....I'm sorry Mark." She wrapped her small arms around him.
"I wish I could stay with you. Then you wouldn't be lonely." She said softly, stroking his hair.
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Post by mark on Sept 24, 2008 19:08:34 GMT -5
He gave her a small smile. "It's alright Smiles." Giving her a kiss on the forehead, he kept on walking with her by his side.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 25, 2008 18:15:28 GMT -5
Smiley started selling her papes and when she sold ten at once she looked over at Mark and gave him a huge grin. She finished and came over and showed Mark the quarter she had just gotten. She grinned and took his hand.
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Post by mark on Sept 25, 2008 18:21:21 GMT -5
Mark laughed at how good she was at selling. She seemed to love it, and he wanted whatever was best for her. "You did great, Smiley!" He kept holding her hand and they moved a little ways, so she could have a different selling spot.
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 25, 2008 18:30:41 GMT -5
"Thanks Mark! How many papes did ya sell when ya were a newsie? How many each day?" She asked curiously, swinging her arm a little and stopped. She started huffing and then sneezed loudly. She giggled and wiped her nose.
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Post by mark on Sept 25, 2008 18:33:27 GMT -5
He thought her giggle was the cutest thing in the world. Starting to walk again he said, "Well, I wasn't so good. But I usually sold 100 in the morning, then 50-100 in the afternoon."
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 25, 2008 18:37:37 GMT -5
'What do ya mean ya weren't good? I know some kids who can't sell half as good as dat Mark." She told him her eyebrow raised.
"Sometimes I don't even sell dat much, like when it rains, ick." She said her nose wrinkling.
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Post by mark on Sept 25, 2008 18:40:06 GMT -5
Chuckling, he squeezed her hand a bit. "You don't like the rain? Oh, well listen to this. I have to work, rain or shine, snow or hail. I can't back out."
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 25, 2008 19:04:31 GMT -5
"Well that's because crates can get wet. Papes can't. It's all bout da moichandise." She replied intelligently giving him a triumphant grin.
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Post by mark on Sept 25, 2008 19:08:59 GMT -5
Mark started laughing histerically. "Yeah, all about the merchandise. Come on, sell your papers!"
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Post by smileyanderson on Sept 25, 2008 19:10:25 GMT -5
"Alright, a'right." She skipped off and sold. Pretty soon she sold all of them.
"C'mon Mark! Let's go to Tibbys!" She exclaimed grinning and almost bouncing up and down in excitement.
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Post by mark on Sept 25, 2008 19:14:25 GMT -5
Mark laughed. Taking her hand, they started off to TIbby's.
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Post by sneaks on May 14, 2009 18:00:23 GMT -5
<<new day>>
Lucky was going to kill him.
Really.
Lucky was going to find him and choke him to death.
Those really were most of the thoughts running through Sneaks' head as he smoked a cigarette, watching over the distribution of papers. He had gone down to New Orleans again--without her.
He had promised that he wouldn't do that again.
Oops.
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Post by Fighter Mallory on May 14, 2009 19:35:26 GMT -5
Fighter glanced around, trying to remain inconspicuous. She'd spent the past week staying at her friend Ice's house in Manhattan. She'd been hiding out here because of the feelings she'd been getting when she was in Brooklyn. Like someone was watching her. It had been getting to her more than usual and that's why she'd decided to take some time off from her beloved Brooklyn. Plus being in Manhattan made it more convenient for her to meet with Brandon and get the money he owed her. In fact he was supposed to be meeting with her now but it looked like he was another no show.
Her anger began to boil at the thought of having to track him down again and he wasn't going to like the outcome when she found him. Fighter walked towards the exit, not paying attention to where she was going and bumping into one of the newsies. Glancing up she noticed it was Sneaks, Lucky's boyfriend. She hadn't ever met him but she'd seen him once or twice. A smirk graced her face, "Sneaks, right?"
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Post by sneaks on May 16, 2009 21:16:14 GMT -5
Sneaks snorted when he was run into. He looked over the girl, taking a drag off his cigarette. "Yeah, I'm Sneaks. What's it to you?" He wasn't sure if he knew the girl, and he was already in a lousy mood considering what he was going to face when he saw Lucky.
"So you know names but can't see. Or did you momentarily go blind, and ran into me, eh?"
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