#david nyc

[tobeadreamer]

"You gave us up for some cash? i thought we were closer than that." {david-nyc}

“Dave, it ain’t like that, please Dave,” Jack said, wondering how much of her pleading would be in vain. “Joe had me backed in a corner, Dave! I didn’t have a choice.”

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[withcameraandpen]

"Woah, this is a nice typewriter." {david-nyc} ((for your starter))

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Katherine beamed. “Thanks for noticing. It was the first thing I bought after I’d started working at the Sun. My old one jammed every other press of the key.”

She’d lugged the typewriter all the way to Jacobi’s, where a handful of newsies had gathered for post-strike administration. “I think this’ll do the job for the manifesto of the Newsies Union, eh?”

[tobeadreamer]

"Jack... I thought you trusted me..." (david-nyc)

“I do, Dave, I do…It’s just,” - she bit her lip- “When it comes down to it, y’ain’t one of us. I trust you, sure, but different from the others, yeah?”

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[tobeadreamer]

"I think you look beautiful." {David-NYC}

“Really?” Jack asked, grinning wickedly. “Come on Dave, I know I’ve got a shiner to make Race jealous and a split lip- don’t flatter me.”

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[tobeadreamer]

❝No – no. We’re going home, right now.❞ (david-nyc)

“But why, Dave?” Jack asked, thrusting her chin out defiantly and digging her heels in. “We ain’t in no danger, ain’t got Snyder or the Delancys on our trail. Why’ve we got to go home?”

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