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[dictated; the sound of a dog sniffling faintly in the background]
Anybody actually gonna bother sellin' these things? 'Cos if anyone wants mine, take 'em before they get turfed. I can't get Penny to keep her nose out.
C'mon, Penny. Out. We're goin' outside. - Yeah, look, Penn', a biscuit that's not gonna make you ill. Leave those. These are better. Trust me.
Right - let me know. Thanks.
[journal closes, but in a few minutes Jude will be outside walking Claire's dalmatian. :Db He's... never really looked after a dog before, fff.]
Anybody actually gonna bother sellin' these things? 'Cos if anyone wants mine, take 'em before they get turfed. I can't get Penny to keep her nose out.
C'mon, Penny. Out. We're goin' outside. - Yeah, look, Penn', a biscuit that's not gonna make you ill. Leave those. These are better. Trust me.
Right - let me know. Thanks.
[journal closes, but in a few minutes Jude will be outside walking Claire's dalmatian. :Db He's... never really looked after a dog before, fff.]