Race needed to know how he could earn his hat back. Spot wanted to say well lets go up to my bedroom and you can show me. But he didn't say that. He instead said, "I think we's should get to know's each other's betta." Race smiled, he then laid down, Spot laid down next to him. They both where looking at the stars.
Race wanted to ask Spot about the knife and what happened on the bridge, but he didn't.
A shooting star was above them. "Look! A shooting star! Make a wish!" Race said very enthusiastically. Spot just laughed and shook his head with a smile on his face. Spot did however make a wish. I wish that somehow, some way, Racetrack Higgins will love me the same way I love him. Race had made a wish as well. I wish that Spot Conlon would love me the way I'm madly in love with him. Their wishes where very similar, they wanted each other, but couldn't tell the other.
Race had just remembered that he was just possed to get his hat, and the come straight back to hattan. He promised Albert and Finch.
"Spot I need to go." Race said while quickly springing to his feet. Spot was confused. Was it something he said or did? "Why racer?" "I'm possed to be at the lodging house by now." Spot was even more confused. "Weren't you possed to be at the lodging house last night? And where you even allowed to come ere tonight?" Spot asked almost with a hint of frustration in it. "Well no, but I really need to get there." And with that Race dashed off towards Manhattan.
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Brooklyn Bridge
أدب الهواة"Jack why's do I have ta come?" Race questions. "Because Racer, your my second which means you have ta come ta meetings and that includes Brooklyn." It's not that Race didn't like Brooklyn, he loved Brooklyn, he even sold his papers in Brooklyn, but...
