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Date: Wednesday, 17 March 2010 07:00 (UTC)
"What? No! I meant dogs in general. Without brimstone and fiery eyes and." Barnaby waved a hand in the air. "Things."

He scowled, unaccountably grumpy. "You don't have to patr... humour me," Baraq muttered. "If I'm that pathetic, you don't have to pretend."

He was hunched over as he said this, looking, frankly, for all the world like a canine with its hackles raised.
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