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Race POV

I walked back inside the Lodging House, thinking of what Spot said.

I was looking at my feet while walking and I bumped into someone.

"Sorry" I mumbled and kept walking until someone grabbed my wrist,  turning me around.

When I was fully turned around, I looked up.

"Oh..hey y/n.."

"Heya Racer..youse alright?"

"Yeah..ise ok.."

"You don't look like youse ok..what's da matta?"

Y/n POV

I waited for his answer.

"Spot said youse is his goirl.." he finally answered.

"What?! I ain't his goirl! Wese broke up 2 years ago!"

I walked off, leaving Race alone.

I stormed out of the Lodging House and started for Brooklyn.

Imma knock some sense into that boy!

I am NOT his goirl!!!

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