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“I know nothing,” exclaimed Lady Audley, “except that I am the most miserable of women. Let me think,” she cried, silencing Phœbe's consolatory murmurs with.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my mate Dave. He’s like, “Oi, you gotta come to the park!” I’m thinking, “What’s so urgent?” Turns out, there’s a dog show at Audley Park. I’m like, “Great, just what I need. More dogs.” But I can’t resist. I mean, who doesn’t love a good doggo strut?

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