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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 19, 2008 20:42:47 GMT -5
Spot saw him that time. "YOU DIRTY CHEATAH!" he yelled, jumping on him.
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Post by Race on Jan 19, 2008 20:58:46 GMT -5
Race fell back into the bunk, which the mattress slid off onto Jack who caught it just in time.
Jack started laughing, "haha!" he said, "We gots a card hustler! Good he can' play Harlem!"
Race's hat had fallen off.
Max saw and came over there,pulling Spot off of Race" What's ya problem!?" he said,glaring.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 19, 2008 21:10:00 GMT -5
Spot kept trying to get away from Max, still throwing punches at air. "HE CHEATED!"
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Post by Race on Jan 19, 2008 21:20:48 GMT -5
Max looked at Racetrack, "I KNOW YOU!" he thre Spot into the mattress "YOUR THAT HIGGINS KID! YOU JIPPED ME OUTTA MONEY!" Race let out a yelp and started running as Max went after him.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 19, 2008 21:37:23 GMT -5
Spot bounced off the matress and hit the floor with a 'thud'. "He sat up rubbing his head as he watched Max chasing Racetrack.
Trey's eyes grew wide. He was about to witness a murder right then and there. He didn't like the idea of Max hurting Racetrack, he was beginning to like him. He absently yelled "STOP!" before he could stop himself.
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2008 16:05:50 GMT -5
Max stopped mid punch.
"I value my life I value my life I value my life" Race was praying, his hands crossing himself repeatedly.
Jack has stopped to watch, a bemused smile on his face.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2008 16:11:14 GMT -5
Blink's eyes got wide as he realized what he just did. "I-I mean..."
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Post by Race on Jan 20, 2008 16:13:01 GMT -5
Max shoved Race at Trey, "Dere, ya can have it." he said, "But don' let him get near ya wallet." he said.
Race hid behind Trey, "Tanks!" he said,eyeing Max.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 20, 2008 16:27:07 GMT -5
"No problem." Trey answered, surprised Max hadn't killed the both of them.
Spot was hanging upside down from one of the top bunks. "Look Max! I'se a monkey!"
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Post by Race on Jan 21, 2008 16:24:10 GMT -5
Max saw him and growled, "GET DOWN' FROM DERE!" he yelled,pulling Spot down, "Ya gunna kill yaself.."
Race fixed his shirt,then hid behind Trey when Jack came over.
Jack just stared,then said, "You evah hoid of Ace's Malone in Harlem?" he asked, "Dat kid is a whiz at pokah, he's beaten my boys outta dere money fah years...I 'as thinkin' ...what if I got youse ta play him?" he asked Race, "Wit your slight 'a hand and da fact Aces has da attention span of a rodent, you could win our money back. Whaddya say Race?"
Race stared at Jack, he didn't think he was that good at poker, at least not as good as his brother was, "Sure." he said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 21, 2008 16:38:18 GMT -5
"Aww..." Spot said disappointed. He coughed again and then sneezed, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "Max...I don't feel so good..."
Trey looked at Race. "I bet you could do it."
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Post by Race on Jan 21, 2008 16:49:21 GMT -5
"what's wrong?" Max asked.
Race nodded, "Yeah, I tink I could too." he said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 21, 2008 17:06:05 GMT -5
Spot's eyes were watering from sneezing. He sniffed. "I can't breathe...an' my throat's all scratchy."
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Post by Race on Jan 21, 2008 17:08:13 GMT -5
Max sat Spot up on the bed, looking down his brothers throat, "It's red,an' ya sound like heck.." he turned around to Jack, "Is dere a doctor anywhere near heah?" he asked,then turned around and felt Spots forehead.
Jack thought, "Kloppman might know 'a one." he said.
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Post by Brooklyn on Jan 21, 2008 17:26:11 GMT -5
Spot was burning up and he felt horrible all of a sudden, and tired.
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