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Letters to an Almost Cowboy
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Epilogue
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Madison Square
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HEY!!! HEY! OVER HERE!! LOOK OVER HERE, COWBOY!! YOU POSSIBLY NOTICED THAT I AM NOT IN THE LODGING HOUSE, AGAIN. DON'T WORRY. AT SHEEPSHEAD IN BROOKLYN. DON'T WORRY. NO TROUBLES TODAY. BE BACK BY DINNER, REALLY.
HAPPY SELLING,
RACETRACK
P.S. DON'T WORRY.
jack,
going to sheepshead with racetrack. making sure nothing happens to that idiot. why are all your boys so stupid? just saw walkin' mouth skipping around on the Bridge. does he want to get killed? jack, talk to your boys about using their brains.
—spot
Loveryboy,
Are you surprised? Bewildered? Star struck? We are. When you walked up to Tibby's, cheeks red and heart beating frantically, you weren't sure if you really wanted to go in or not. But you made the right choice, and you opened the door.
You were hoping for maybe a pretty girl to be sitting in an empty booth, smiling as you walked in and fluttering her eyelashes. You knew it wouldn't be a girl, though, didn't you? Girls aren't allowed in the Lodging House. A girl couldn't have written those wonderful letters. You knew this, and yet you hoped.
How sweet.
When you stepped into the restaurant, the world didn't stop. People were talking, glasses were clanking. Everywhere there was noise, movement, laughter. Except in one booth in the corner.
There was Dave, looking at you with hope and affection, and you weren't surprised.
The next move is yours, Cowboy.
With Anticipation,
The Young Romantics Association
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End Epilogue
End Fic
[A/N]:
ThanQ to anyone who stuck with me through this fic! Haha.
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How come everyone knew it was DAVID? Haha. Just kidding. Who else would it be?
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