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Post by Spot Conlon on Jan 2, 2017 12:00:21 GMT -5
"G'night, Spot."
Spot smiled. "Good night, Lacey." He glanced over at Whisper. "And good night ta you too... Hope you both sleep well."
He hurried back to the boys' lodge. The snow was beginning to fall faster and harder. This wasn't good weather to be caught outside. He was very glad Cloud had listened and decided not to tag along. The last thing he needed was Cloud getting really sick.
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Post by Lacey on Jan 2, 2017 12:04:01 GMT -5
Once Lacey was sure that Whisper had actually settled down in her bed, she curled up in her own and began going over the facts briefly.
A stranger had come to Brooklyn - the boy's lodging house - somehow without knowing it from across New York. They would have had to make their way through Queens, with some of the most active gangs around, or across a bridge, which would have made it obvious that they were leaving. They seemed to know who Spot was, and not a lot about the Bronx... Something just seemed off, and she figured that Spot could see it, too. Maybe even Cloud, as much as he didn't want to admit it.
Lacey sighed, closing her eyes and forcing herself into a dreamless sleep. She would find out the next day.
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