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“I think I'll write it in my notebook, if you don't mind,” said Vimes.
“Oh, well, if you prefer, I can recognize handwriting,” said the imp proudly. “I'm quite advanced.”
Vimes pulled out his notebook and held it up. “Like this?” he said.
The imp squinted for a moment. “Yep,” it said, “That's handwriting, sure enough. Curly bits, spiky bits, all joined together. Yep. Handwriting. I'd recognize it anywhere.”