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Not Yet Done
His wife had just bought a new line of expensive cosmetics absolutely
guaranteed to make her looks years younger.
She sat in front of the mirror for what had to be hours applying
the "miracle" products. Finally, when she was done, she turned to
her husband and said,
"Hon, honestly now, what age would you say I am?"
He nodded his head in assessment, and carefully said,
"Well, hon, judging from your skin, twenty. Your hair, mmmm, eighteen.
Your figure, twenty-five."
"Oh, you're so sweet!"
"Well, hang on, I'm not done adding it up yet."
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