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As they drove past an astonished traffic warden his notebook spontaneously combusted, to Crowley’s amazement. ‘I’m pretty certain I didn’t mean to do that,’ he said. Aziraphale blushed. ‘That was me,’ he said. ‘I had always thought that your people invented them.’ ‘Did you? We thought they were yours.’
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