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Post by Race on Aug 5, 2007 18:02:45 GMT -5
"Spot," Race said, "I's gotcha covah. Has I evah lost a pokah game?"
Jack had to hold back a laugh,he'd beat Race acouple of times.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 5, 2007 18:05:16 GMT -5
"I guess so," Spot said, still a little uncertain.
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Post by Race on Aug 6, 2007 12:40:36 GMT -5
"Hey Spot," Race said, "Hakuna Matata,No worries."
Jack grabbed Race and pulled him into Irving Hall "I'll hakuna matata youse.c'mon ya wacko." he said,laughing.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 6, 2007 12:54:36 GMT -5
Spot followed them inside.
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Post by Race on Aug 6, 2007 12:58:27 GMT -5
"Hey Medda," Jack said,coming into her dressing room, "can youse do me a favah?"
Racetrack attacked the vacant candy box,shoving stuff into his pockets and stuffing a licorice into his mouth.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 6, 2007 13:04:43 GMT -5
Spot rolled his eyes at Racetrack.
"Sure anything," Medda said.
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Post by Race on Aug 6, 2007 13:08:33 GMT -5
"Spot's gotta get some money tah a guy in a week," Jack said, "An' we's gunna use Race's er..talents tah get it.An' we gotta make him look oldah,tink you can do somtin' ta make him look oldah? Loik dat theatah stuff."
Race was working on his fourth piece of licorice,humming to himself slightly as he kept cleaning out the candy tray.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 6, 2007 13:11:55 GMT -5
Medda looked over at Spot's eager face. "Of course I can," she said.
Spot smiled at her. "Tanks," he said.
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Post by Race on Aug 6, 2007 13:15:13 GMT -5
"Race," Jack said,making him jump, "Come ovah heah."
Race bit into his sixth licorice and came over,the candy dangling out of his mouth like a sick cigar.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 6, 2007 13:22:58 GMT -5
"Hmm...well let's see..." Medda said, thinking. "Okay I have just the thing..." she went to a closet and took out a suit. "This should fit you. It'll make you look older once I get done with the makeup..."
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Post by Race on Aug 6, 2007 17:42:10 GMT -5
"Um,Medda.." Race eyed the suit, "I's ain't gunna look loik a pimp am I?"
Jack cracked up,hearing Racetrack.he had to lean against the table.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 6, 2007 17:45:35 GMT -5
Medda laughed, "You shouldn't. Now go try it on," she handed him the suit and started rummaging through her makeup
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Post by Race on Aug 6, 2007 17:47:35 GMT -5
Race went into one of the dressing rooms,putting it on,tripping over stuff and cursing in Italian,til he finally came out, "I's feel like Joe...." he muttered,looking at the suit.
Jack started laughing again,seeing Race in a suit that was made for his size and not Race's usual billowing sleeves and too long pants.
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Post by Brooklyn on Aug 6, 2007 17:52:01 GMT -5
Medda looked at Race and laughed. "Now for the makeup...come sit down here," she said, motioning to a chair.
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Post by Race on Aug 6, 2007 18:09:43 GMT -5
Racetrack sat down,shaking a fist at Jack,then grinned,turning back to Medda, "I's don't wanna be so old I gotta walk funny."
Jack clutched his side,finally regaining composure.
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