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A doctor rushed out of his study room. Get me my bag! he shouted. Why, what's the matter? inquired his pretty young wife.
Some fellow just phoned and said he can't live without me, he gasped as he reached for his hat. The young wife sighed. Just a moment, she said gently. I think that call was for me. |
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