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Post by Race on Jun 15, 2007 17:14:17 GMT -5
Jack hit the bell even though the wood wasn't in the grated windows "OH WEASEL!" he yelled,laughing a little.
" Hold ya horses!" Weasel yelled,slamming the books down. He saw Spot, "Oh so da great and wonderful leadah of Brooklyn is selling here today. What happened? They get sick of ya lip?" he sneered
"Just shut up and let us get our papes Weasel." Jack said,not wanting Spot to jump through the bars. He fished money out of his pocket,he didn't sell that much in the afternoons, "Fifty" he said,slamming the money down.
"FIFTY PAPES FOR THE WISE GUY!" Weasel yelled.
Racetrack went up next, "Whaddya hear Weasel?" he said, "You ain't gotta spot me this aftanoon. Forty." he said.
"Did my horse win?" Weasel asked,leaning in closer to Race.
"Eh, it placed thoid." Racetrack said,fishing out ten bucks, "Be thankful I didn't buy cigars wit it." he grabbed his papes and followed Jack.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jun 15, 2007 17:22:57 GMT -5
Spot glared at Weasel. "Thoity papes," he muttered. He picked up his papes and walked away.
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Post by Race on Jun 15, 2007 17:24:29 GMT -5
(( now we hop to Manhattan streets.))
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