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Bourbon On The Rocks #5

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"Come on, Jakey!" Milton Dunn said, running as fast as his pencil-thin legs would carry him.

I was running behind as the fruit stand owner chased after us.

"Come back here, you little hooligans!"

Milton had snatched two oranges from a fruit stand a few blocks from the apartment building where we lived.

We outran the portly fruit peddler and wound up sitting on a fire escape looking down at a dirty alley, two ten-year-olds peeling their purloined oranges and eating them.

"This is wrong," I said.

Milton chuckled, "You are such a girl, Jakey! A girl!"

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    Neville Hunt about 3 years ago

    Moral compass firmly in place, Jake. Sticks and stones etc....

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    Christopher about 3 years ago

    Yeah, I'm trying to contrast the differences between Jake and Milton. That will happen a few times in the story.

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    Frenchie about 3 years ago

    Pencil legs, eh? that made me smile.

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    Christopher about 3 years ago

    Glad I could make you smile, Frenchie.

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    Frenchie about 3 years ago

    :-D

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