Brooklyn Is Boring

Race doesn't bother fighting now, frankly he's too exhausted. Spot pulls him by his wrist through streets and alleyways. Some newsies give them a glance, but none look twice. A few roll their eyes, some muttering, but nothing more."Spo'!" Race mumbles when they pass the bridge. "Manha'an's tha' way."Spot pauses, still holding Race's wrist, and turns to look the shorter teen in the eye."Yeah, Race, I know. You think I'm letting you go back to Jack and Manhattan after they let you leave like this?""But, Spot, I live in Manha'an," Race reminds him sleepily.-Race is sick, but he sells papers anyways. That is until Spot finds out and forces him to rest.