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Stepping off the train into the blinding sun, Nicole thought to herself that she needed to find this Jack Kelley and see where he stayed. As she walked towards the rear of the train, Nicole devised a plan to start in the town square, if there was one in Manhattan, and work her way around the city from there.
Making sure to keep a tight grip on her carpetbag, she walked out of the station and asked a passerby where she could find the square.
"Walk down this street here and turn to your left, just look for those street rat newsies, you couldn't miss their fowl language if you wanted to." She stated, very snobbishly.
"I don't mean to be rude Madame, but my brother just so happens to be one of those 'street rat newsies,'" Nicole said matter-of-factly. With that the woman gave her a second look and walked off in a huff.
Following the woman's directions, Nicole came upon a cart with three nuns standing atop handing out bread and something in tin cups. She followed the cobblestone street toward the cart trying to remain unseen. As she approached the cart she heard a boy with a very heavy "New Yawk" accent telling another, taller boy with sandy blonde hair, about a "hot tip." She assumed the smaller black haired boy meant a gambling tip. Nicole could feel the tension rising in the pit of her empty stomach. As she crept around the side, she didn't see the pile of used tin cups and tipped it over with her foot. With a loud startling crash, the cups fell, scaring most of the boys. She searched for a place to hide, finding none she slid around back hoping no one would look for her there.
"Race, go see what da hell dat was," the blonde haired boy said. With a brief moment of silence, he said, "Go on Race, it's prolly just a dirty DE- LANCY," with a very sing-song voice.
"U'se go see Jack. I-I needs ta get me papes a-and check da racin fawm. Not that I'se wouldn't love to soak one of those doity, rotten scabbas. You'se go ahead Jack, I'se need to chawm Weasle inta fifty papes," the boy, that Jack had called Race, said stammering. And then it hit her, it WAS JACK! 'Boy this was easy,' she thought to herself.
"OK Race, you'se big fat chicken, I'se gonna go see what dat was. You'se all go scamper off and gets ya papes," Jack said with a note of selfconciousness. Jack slowly walked to the side of the cart, he flung his head are swiftly, and to his surprise nothing was there. He slid around the side, aiming to look in back. He again spun his head around the corner swiftly, only to bump foreheads with, what he thought was a mirror. Jack closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead. When he opened his eyes, whatever he hit was gone. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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Stepping off the train into the blinding sun, Nicole thought to herself that she needed to find this Jack Kelley and see where he stayed. As she walked towards the rear of the train, Nicole devised a plan to start in the town square, if there was one in Manhattan, and work her way around the city from there.
Making sure to keep a tight grip on her carpetbag, she walked out of the station and asked a passerby where she could find the square.
"Walk down this street here and turn to your left, just look for those street rat newsies, you couldn't miss their fowl language if you wanted to." She stated, very snobbishly.
"I don't mean to be rude Madame, but my brother just so happens to be one of those 'street rat newsies,'" Nicole said matter-of-factly. With that the woman gave her a second look and walked off in a huff.
Following the woman's directions, Nicole came upon a cart with three nuns standing atop handing out bread and something in tin cups. She followed the cobblestone street toward the cart trying to remain unseen. As she approached the cart she heard a boy with a very heavy "New Yawk" accent telling another, taller boy with sandy blonde hair, about a "hot tip." She assumed the smaller black haired boy meant a gambling tip. Nicole could feel the tension rising in the pit of her empty stomach. As she crept around the side, she didn't see the pile of used tin cups and tipped it over with her foot. With a loud startling crash, the cups fell, scaring most of the boys. She searched for a place to hide, finding none she slid around back hoping no one would look for her there.
"Race, go see what da hell dat was," the blonde haired boy said. With a brief moment of silence, he said, "Go on Race, it's prolly just a dirty DE- LANCY," with a very sing-song voice.
"U'se go see Jack. I-I needs ta get me papes a-and check da racin fawm. Not that I'se wouldn't love to soak one of those doity, rotten scabbas. You'se go ahead Jack, I'se need to chawm Weasle inta fifty papes," the boy, that Jack had called Race, said stammering. And then it hit her, it WAS JACK! 'Boy this was easy,' she thought to herself.
"OK Race, you'se big fat chicken, I'se gonna go see what dat was. You'se all go scamper off and gets ya papes," Jack said with a note of selfconciousness. Jack slowly walked to the side of the cart, he flung his head are swiftly, and to his surprise nothing was there. He slid around the side, aiming to look in back. He again spun his head around the corner swiftly, only to bump foreheads with, what he thought was a mirror. Jack closed his eyes, rubbed his forehead. When he opened his eyes, whatever he hit was gone. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@
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