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9.30am this morning, Hyde Park. A young, plump Filipina sedately pushes a white drinks trolley - the kind you'd use for patio parties in Darien, Connecticut - out of the park entrance. On the top shelf of the drinks trolley lie two aged black-and-brown Pekinese. Two more lounge on the bottom shelf. It is cold enough that their wheezy breath is visible as little puffs of mist. A final pair of Pekes trail behind her on leads. They make no attempt to walk; instead, their claws scratch the pavement as they drag. They bark indignantly at my bicycle. Pulled up outside the gate is a silver Mercedes sedan with its hazard lights blinking. In it, an aged, bleach-haired Knightsbridge matron waits to receive her six darlings from their morning promenade.
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