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Post by Rip on Jul 16, 2020 15:17:46 GMT -5
He sat on the roof of the lodging house. It was one of the few cool places to be in the evenings. The other boys would have gone up to stay cool if Rip hadn't already been there. Instead, they went back downstairs to find something else to do or somewhere else to be. Rip was sharpening his knives again, so it was best to stay out of the way.
While the light breeze was nice, Rip wasn't paying much attention to the weather. To anyone who didn't know him well, they would think he was utterly focused on sharpening his knives. But... those who knew him better could tell his mind was somewhere else. Not on his knives.
No, Rip was making plans and thinking carefully about his next steps. Things had changed over the past couple of months. Borders had changed... and Spot was leaving Brooklyn. He hadn't left yet from what Rip could tell. The Brooklyn leader still "lived" in Brooklyn, but he was staying too often in Staten for Rip's liking.
He stabbed his knife into the crate beside him. No, Spot needed to stay in Brooklyn. Things wouldn't work if Spot left.
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