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Ok hi guys! This just a really short one-shot that I just felt I had to write. There's not too much newsies accents, I know, but I didn't really want to add it if Race was just think to himself, so sorry for that. I would love to know if you liked it, if you absolutely hated it that's fine too, I can only know if you review! For anyone that read my other story, I don't know if I'm going to continue it, I haven't really planed it out so I might just discard it. If anyone really wants me to continue it, I might, but it would take a while. Okay, enough with my super long authors note, here the story…
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He couldn't stop thinking about her. Every time he closed his eyes he could just picture her. Her eyes, her laugh, everything. There was just one problem, he couldn't go see her.
It wasn't that he didn't want to, he wanted to see her more than he wanted Snipeshooter to stop stealing his cigars, it was that she lived in Midtown. He couldn't just stroll by there to say hi, no, it was way more complicated than that. He'd look like a total wuss, chasing after a girl that that. And with all the times he's teased the other guys about it; he knew he'd get hell just for being there. They'll think he was going soft going out of the way for a girl.
He could always say he was heading to the races, but Sheepshed was no were near where she lived. And anyway, Blink always sold there, hoping to maybe catch a glimpse of the mayor's daughter, so he was sure to be seen there. If only…
Race was pulled from his thoughts when jack lead them strait for the World building.
"Yeah, right, okay you guys, you gotta be ambastards and go tell the others that we're on strike." Everyone laughed, this was it, Race thought to himself, this is the perfect excuse.
"Say jack, I'll take Harlem!" blink said, running off.
"Yeah, I got Midtown!"
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