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Park Bench

Two elderly gentlemen were sitting on a park bench on North Avenue. After a while, one said, “By the way, George, how’s your wife?”

“I think she’s dead.”

“What do you mean, you think she dead?”

“Well, the sex is the same, but the dishes are piling up.”

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