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"I wasn't trying to give you charity, Ponyboy. I only wanted to help. I liked you from the start... the way you talked. You're a nice kid, Ponyboy. Do you realize how scarce nice kids are nowadays? Wouldn't you try to help me if you could?"
I would. I'd help her and Randy both, if I could. "Hey," I said suddenly, "can you see the sunset real good from the West Side?"
She blinked, startled, then smiled. "Real good."
"You can see it good from the East Side, too," I said quietly.
"Thanks, Ponyboy." She smiled through her tears. "You dig okay."
She had green eyes. I went on, walking home slowly.
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Dissecting him into a group would be easy; a greaser, a hoodlum, a classic JD. He’s like any other teenage boy you’d spot in Tulsa- a lean 15 year old with a concerning amount of hair grease slathered through his already patchy buzz cut, who’s trying to live up to his brother’s rep. Even if it includes hurting one else.