Heya all! Is beaten by tirade of angry reviewers. Ahhh! I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long. I had a total writer's block meltdown, but I'm back now, so her it is.
I'm sorry to say I also lost all of my reviews for the last chappie. I luv u all newayz!
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Fox stole back to Sheepshead Bay, determined to ruin Dice Russo once and for all. Her red hair danced in the wind as she imagined the reward she would get form Connie once she got back. She darted into Connie's room in the boarding house.
"Well? C'mon Foxie, what'd ya find?"
"Plenny Connie. Dice is seein dat ex Brooklyn boy Higgins, Dey's serious. Real serious."
"I see…" muttered Connie. "Well, we'll just have ta fix lddle miss Dice Russo, won't we…" she smiled evilly.
"Dice! Hey! Dice!" called the irrepressible voice of Smiles O'Conner "So, how'd it go? Did Race show?"
"Yeah Smiles, he showed, an it was poifect. He was sweet an nice an a real gennelman."
"Oh, " laughed Smiles, "So he paid your gambling debts?"
"I'm gonna pay youse!" yelled Dice lungeing after her. As the two friends wrestled, a cold voice cut through their merriment.
"Hey, Russo. Connie wants ya." Dice gave Smiles a nervous glance and nodded.
"Heya Race! Where was ya?" called Jack Kelly later that night, after Race had come back.
"None a yer business Kelly!" Race shot back playfully.
"Was ya out wit a goil?" asked Mush laughing."
"Yah!" Kid Blink shot back, "Lady Luck!"
"He youse morons, as a mattah a fact I was wit a goil. Sweet little numbah by da name a Dice Russo." Jack sat bolt upright.
"Dice." He said, "The Sheepshead goil?"
"Yah, so?"
"So nuthin Racetrack! She's one a Connie's goils."
"Connie hates us." Specs put in.
"Crap." Muttered Race, what would happen to Dice if Connie ever found out?
That's all kids! Review or I'll send snider after youse!
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