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O'Leary Montagu was sitting at the steps of the hotel, book in one hand, the other hand resting on his thigh, occasionally sneaking in his pocket for a grope at the jiffy though, to be honest, it didn't make him feel very good at all anymore. Just pathetic. The thought of getting rid of it nearly induced a panic attack, though, so he kept it safe where it was meant to be.
He didn't open the book. He'd read it often enough. He knew what lie within and though there were many mysteries, none of them needed to be searched through any more.
He was caught by surprise when a large dog came up behind him, nearly knocking him over and swiping his hair to the side with a slobbery tongue.
O'Leary yelped, but soon realized the beast meant no harm. She lay on her side, head in his lap, and groaned up at him.
"Hello, beast," he said to her.
She wagged her tail. She missed him. She wanted terribly for him to come back with her. She had puppies to worry about, after all, she could't be gone long.
But she missed her old friend.
O'Leary petted her head, then cringed. He searched for a handkerchief, pulled it out and wiped off her face.
"Good beastie," he said to her softly once she was still and calm in his lap. He petted her.
Somehow the creature held far more comfort than the cold plastic orb in his pocket.
He didn't open the book. He'd read it often enough. He knew what lie within and though there were many mysteries, none of them needed to be searched through any more.
He was caught by surprise when a large dog came up behind him, nearly knocking him over and swiping his hair to the side with a slobbery tongue.
O'Leary yelped, but soon realized the beast meant no harm. She lay on her side, head in his lap, and groaned up at him.
"Hello, beast," he said to her.
She wagged her tail. She missed him. She wanted terribly for him to come back with her. She had puppies to worry about, after all, she could't be gone long.
But she missed her old friend.
O'Leary petted her head, then cringed. He searched for a handkerchief, pulled it out and wiped off her face.
"Good beastie," he said to her softly once she was still and calm in his lap. He petted her.
Somehow the creature held far more comfort than the cold plastic orb in his pocket.