Hi My name's Heni, Heni Hani. You know, Hani - like honey from a bee in a bottle.The Jesus statue was our first claim to fame. And each summer, our city - the tuna and shark capital of the world - played host to the world's longest pub-crawl. But, up the peninsula people feared abduction, implants, lost time and dreams meshed in reality. Cattle were mutilated. And then, there were the child serial killings. Even the police were confused. I found an AI pendant with magical power. Then I fell off the haystack. Thud ' Crikey. I think he's dead?' Brian kicked me - hard. 'Ouch That hurt ' I squealed, rolling over.'Maybe it's got magical powers Heni?' suggested Jo. 'Why don't you do it again?' # 'Mom, I had a bad dream about clowns. A stick man with beady black eyes tried to jab a metal object in my neck, so I bit him. Then I ran away - petro flied.' 'You too-?' I looked at Jo flabbergasted. 'But-, you weren't in my dream.' 'I was too Heni, ' she snapped. 'Yes. I saw you holding hands with Amanda Thomas and flying around everywhere like you owned the place
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