The strike has officially started! I’m a bit worried about the younger newsies, but Jack says they’ll be okay, and I trust him. Crutchie hasn’t been walking so well the last few days, and I’m worried about him. July 18, 1899, 9:27 a.m.
I hope Crutchie’s alright. He hasn’t been talking as much the past week. Les’s really happy today. He said he’s been swatting skirts away all mornin’ with his little girlfriend, Sally. He is such a suave little casanova. July 19, 1899, 9:46 p.m.
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Kloppman's Favorite
FanfictionDavid doesn't allow me coffee, Kloppmann gives me coffee. Jack hides my hair ribbons, Kloppmann finds them. Race calls me Kloppmann's favorite, Kloppmann calls me princess. Am I his favorite? I don't know.
