Bernie was chatting to Dev. "I believe in angels and fairies and the miracles of the universe. It's such a fantastic place; I've travelled so much of it on the astral plane and once I travelled through the 5th dimension when the astral air traffic controllers were on strike. I liked it that much that I named all of my children after bits of it. Gemini, Apollo and Zodiac." Dev made a noise to indicate that he was listening. He wasn't. He was looking through paperwork, calculator in one hand, pen between his teeth. Bernie continued to talk. "I have special powers. I can heal, foretell the future, prophesy the past, read minds and make things disappear. But I'm like Cassandra; no one ever believes me." "I think I'll do an offer on mustard cream biscuits to see if we can shift a few. We've got 60 cases of 200 still to sell. I'll never buy knock-off label stock again," said Dev looking up from his notebook. "That Whines c...
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