Lost (in Your Emerald Eyes)
When he was gone, the dog stopped making the noise and ran over to Ramsay, sitting down next to him while licking his cheek.
“Hey, boy,” Ramsay said, petting the fur with his free hand. “How have you been today? Did Ani feed you when she got home from school?”
“Do not worry about that, Jones.” Ramsay looked up and smiled a bit at the girl approaching him. “Hey Hotdog.” She petted his fur and pushed the beanie on Ramsay’s head over his eyes as a greeting, making the guy groan. “Got more cigarettes?”
“You can finish this,” he mumbled and handed the half-burnt one to her.
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