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All and Sundries, 8/11
Edmund was in a bit of a mood. He had a dictionary on the front counter and was slowly tearing pages out of it and throwing them in crumpled balls on the floor.
It might be best not to ask.
All and Sundries is open.
It might be best not to ask.
All and Sundries is open.

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"Do you sell pet supplies?" she asked.
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"This is it for me," she said.
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But then he'd be forced to listen to her whine about it.
"Baldrick!"
The less-smelly-than-usual dogsbody appeared and took Edmund's instruction to bring her a cardboard box in which her purchases would fit.
"Shall I send Baldrick to hold your ickle hand on the way up the hill as well?"
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"Good day, sir."
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Edmund tore another page out of the dictionary and threw it at Baldrick, coincidentally the one with the word "euthanasia" on it.