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It’s been a shitty few months, Nick can’t lie, but his current predicament almost makes it worthwhile. Nick clutches the tiny dog that has been handed to him while its elderly owner bends to tie her laces.
“…His paws are too delicate for this pavement, you know.”
The chihuahua wiggles in agreement.
“Oh, no, I understand. It’s no problem.”
He thinks, until he feels a warm dribble running down his arm.
“Here, Pooky, come to Mummy!”
Nick, bereft and sticky, hands the rambunctious parcel back to her.
“You can stop fucking laughing, Charlie,” he snaps when she’s rounded the corner.