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Post by Jockey on Jul 5, 2016 22:03:43 GMT -5
Jockey was in the stables grooming one of his favorite stallions, Lightning Bolt. It was nice and quiet since most of the others were out at the race track getting ready to race. He wished he was racing today, but he wasn't in good shape and no one had hired him for today's races.
He stopped grooming to touch the large cut on his face. A little "gift" from a scuffle he had with some fellow Queens' newsies. They had caught him crossing the border once again and wanted to teach him a lesson.
He sighed. He just didn't understand it... Brooklyn wasn't so bad. And he wasn't even selling or betraying Queens! He was just walking over to Brooklyn to the racetrack. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Maybe it would be better if he went through Harlem and Manhattan to get to Brooklyn even if it took longer. It might take a lot of time, but at least he wouldn't get soaked over heading to Harlem and 'Hattan.
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