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Once and For All (For real, this time) {Part 2}

I found another one of Spot's smaller shirts and quickly changed out of my current and grimy shirt. Spot walked out just as I finished pulling the shirt onto me. I whistled for Quicksilver to lie down on the ground next to the bed on my side, then promptly flopped onto the bed and instantly fell asleep.

Spot laid down on the bed next to me, and buried his face in my hair. It became habit that he would do that every time I slept with him. But I'm not complaining, because it's Spot, and plenty of girls would kill to be in my position.

"You'se look prettier wit ya hair down." he remarked sleepily. "Did I eva tell ya dat?"

"No, I's don't think so." I mumbled back.

"Well, you'se prettier wit ya hair down." he repeated.

"Eva da romantic one." I muttered under my breath. "Now shaddup, Spot." I said louder for Spot to hear. "I's tired, an' we's gotta big day tamorrow, so I's wanna sleep."

"What's so big about tamorrow?" Spot wondered.

"The 'Hattan newsies are plannin' on makin' dere own pape an givin' it ta da odda woikin' kids a New Yawk." I blurted out sleepily, then my eyes widened in realization and covered my mouth.

"σκατά!" I cursed.

"Whadja say?"

"Nothing!" I hurriedly replied.

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I walked away towards Manhattan, Quicksilver by my side. I pass by many street vendors until I recognize an fruit seller I would always walk by on my walks in Manhattan.

Suddenly, I heard a shout from an alley. I race over to the sound, and see the Delancey brothers and Sarah. I sigh. Just as I thought. I ran in to help her, tackling Morris to the ground. Oscar whipped around and saw me.

"Aww, back for more?" he taunted me. 

"No. I just want you to leave my friend alone." I snarled. Quicksilver snarled in agreement.

Sarah's eyes widened as I whipped out my bow and notched an arrow. I let it fly, and it grazed the side of Oscar's head, leaving a thing line of blood on his temple. I went up to him and punched him for good measure. I looked up at Sarah, who looked surprised and a bit triumphant. I heard a scuffle behind me and turned around and saw Jack and Morris. Jack wrestled with Morris before head-butting him. I quietly laughed, remembering this part. Morris tumbled to the ground and Jack helped Sarah up.

"You alright?" he asked her, and she nodded.

Oscar slowly groaned and slowly got up, and helped his brother up. They started running out of the alley, looking back at Jack as they did so.

"You'd better run, Cowboy. We're gonna tell Uncle Weas. You'll be back in the Refuge before suppertime." Morris told him.

Jack started to pull away from Sarah and the two goons started to run away faster.

"Run, you lousy coward, run!" Oscar added.

Jack lost it and advanced toward them, but Sarah pulled him back. The two left, and I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled after their retreating forms.

"Ya don't run when ya tellin' somebody ta run, ya morons!" I turned to Jack. "What? Ya couldn't stay away?"

"Well I guess I couldn't be somethin' I ain't."

"What, smart?"

Jack looked shocked. "Yeah. I was gonna say dat."

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