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'Hey, I don't think you should do that—' said Carrot wretchedly.
'I'm just looking,' Mrs Scurrick, Treacle St: $4
Mrs Maroon, Wixon's Alley: $4
Annabel Curry, Lobfneaks: $2
Annabel Curry couldn't have been much good, for only said Angua. 'No law against that.''In fact, under the Privacy Act of 1467, it is an—''There's only old boots and stuff. And some paper.' She reached down and picked up a crudely made book. It was merely a wad of irregular shaped bits of paper sandwiched together between card covers.'That belongs to Captain—'She opened the book and read a few lines. Her mouth dropped open.'Will you look at this? No wonder he never has any money!''What d'you mean?''He spends it on women! You wouldn't think it, would you? Look at this entry. Four in one week!'Carrot looked over her shoulder. On the bed, Vimes snorted.There, on the page, in Vimes' curly handwriting, were the words:Mrs Gafkin, Mincing St: $5
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