The boy looks strait into my eyes and says "I'm the king of Brooklyn, thats who." "The what?" I say knowing I just made this one hundred times worse. "you herd me! I'm the king of Brooklyn whether you like it or not, you stupid little goil!" Okay I may be in danger but this is it I'm to punch this kid if I have to! "and who made you the king if Brooklyn?" "Um let's see, my mudda, these guys starrin at ya, and well me!" oh this guy is so full of him self but I'm kind of enjoying this, not knowing what's going to happen next, it's nice, it's different. "Oh I'm so sorry your majesty" I say bowing down mockingly. now I know I'm really dead.
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Lessons to be learned
RomanceNewsies fanfic staring Spot Conlon And one of the Pulitzer daughters! Who and what lessons will be learned?
