Boots is missing and I'm worried. I’m going to go to Brooklyn so I can ask Spot to keep an eye out. The strike hasn't been doing too well. A lot of the littles are getting kinda hurt. I’ll write later.July 20, 1899, 9:49 p.m.
The strike is going better than ever! Spot decided to help out. Race and Boots keep teasing me about liking Conlon. I don’t like him! At least, I don’t think I like him. Jack would go INSANE if I did! He has a crush, too. She’s a girl named Sarah, my sister. July 21, 1899, 7:14 a.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.
