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She dropped her jaw with a startled exclamation and suddenly burst into a flood of tears. With her face buried in her hands she sat in the couch for the next half hour and sobbed desperately.
'Good Lord!' said her husband, blankly. ‘I hate myself! I should have sold the idiot box before getting married!’


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  1. AnonymousApril 4, 2014 at 2:32 AM

    Hehehehe..

    V

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  2. LocomenteApril 21, 2015 at 2:24 AM

    Hahaha... I thought so much...
    I thought someone is dead or something!

    Very good one!

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