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✧*̥˚┈┈┈┈ STREETS I USED TO OWN
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◦○◦ 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄: streets i used to own
╭ ..••°☾ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑      𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄

❛ 𝚀 𝚄 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽 𝙾 𝙵 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙷 𝙰 𝚃 𝚃 𝙰 𝙽 ❜❦⭒ ——(𝙽𝙴𝚆𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚂)╭

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❛ 𝚀 𝚄 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽 𝙾 𝙵 𝙼 𝙰 𝙽 𝙷 𝙰 𝚃 𝚃 𝙰 𝙽 ❜
❦⭒ ——(𝙽𝙴𝚆𝚂𝙸𝙴𝚂)
╭ ..••°☾ 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒐𝒏 🎯📠
-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈
-: ✧ 𝘭𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘭𝘺𝘯
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘫𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 ✧ :- 





Two figures stand in a kitchen in a small apartment in Brooklyn. One was busy making dinner and one was sitting at the table reading the newspaper.

"Hey, baby born with two heads!"

"Spot, really?"

"What, just saying. Must be from here."

"Funny, Race said the same thing when that article came out, thirteen years ago."

"Great minds think alike."

"Daddy!!"

Two little kids come rushing in.

"Hey, little ones."

"What'd you do today at work, daddy?"

"Just the normal, wrote some articles and wrote some more. Ate lunch."

"What about you mommy?"

"Char, you ask the same thing every day, and what do I answer with?"

"Make sure daddy didn't ruin your paper!"

"Correct, little one."

Lila kissed her head.

"I do not ruin your paper."

Lila gave her husband a look causing him to shy away.

"Momma, when did you and dad meet?"

Lila looked at her son, "We met around the same time your uncle Jack thought it was a good idea for the newsies to go on strike. Now eat up you little munchkins."

The two kids immediately dig into their food as Lila sits next to Spot.

"We did good didn't we?"

"Yeah and to think all of this came out of a newsboys strike."


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Later that night, Lila and Spot sat near the kids' beds.

"Can you and Momma sing to us?"

"Sure kiddo."

The two adults shared a look before Spot started to sing.

I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own (Spot)

I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
Now the old king is dead, Long live the king (Lila)

One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand (Spot)

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry s are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field (Both)

For some reason I can't explain
Once you go, there was never,
never an honest word (Lila)
That was when I ruled the world (Spot)

It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become (Lila)

Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king? (Spot)

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry s are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field (Both)

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word (Spot)
But that was when I ruled the world (Lila)

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry s are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field (Lila)

For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word (Spot)
But that was when I ruled the world (Both)

When they finished singing, the two looked to the kids and saw they were fast asleep. They headed to their own bed and Lila put on one of Spot's shirts.

"Still stealing my shirts, huh?"

"What? They're comfy."

"Remember the first I offered you one, you said no?"

"Yeah, well, I was stupid."

Spot chuckled and laid down next to his wife.

"Well, I'm glad we met, Mr. Conlon."

"I'm glad we met too, Mrs. Conlon."

"I love you, Spot Conlon."

"I love you, Lila Conlon."

The two chuckled before cuddling closer together, "Goodnight, Spot."

"Goodnight, Lila."

He kissed her head as the two of them slowly drifted off to sleep.








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𝑬𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆 / 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆 ~ 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑰 𝑼𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑶𝒘𝒏
𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ~ 𝟔𝟓𝟎
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