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"I've never understood people who don't like dogs."

Rosemary's tiny ceramic face peeked over the rim of the flowerpot beside me.

"They're suspicious."

"The people?"

"The people."

"I agree."

I studied the picture again.

"His owner isn't entirely unfortunate either."

Rosemary gasped dramatically.

"There it is."

"What?"

"The beginning."

"The beginning of what?"

"Your nonsense."

I locked my phone.

"There is no nonsense."

"You took a photograph."

"Of the dog."

"You framed his owner rather nicely."

"Accidentally."

"You centred him."

"I absolutely did not."

"You absolutely did."

I frowned.

"Maybe a little."

Rosemary folded her tiny arms.

"I've seen this before."

"No, you haven't."

"I've read books."

"So have I."