Naz and I work together.
And Naz is one of life's good guys.
He also likes biscuits. Lots and lots of biscuits.
So yesterday, when the local bakery offered me the chance to buy a tonne of "reject" (i.e. they'd been sprayed with dark as opposed to milk chocolate) biscuits for £2.99, I didn't need a second invitation.
Neither did Naz.
There are none left.
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