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Kiss Per Yard |
Walking up to a department store's fabric
counter, the pretty girl
said, "I would like to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?"
"Only one kiss per yard," replied the male clerk with a smirk.
"That's fine," said the girl. "I'll take ten yards."
With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the
clerk quickly measured out the cloth, wrapped
it up, then teasingly held it out.
The girl snapped up the package, pointed to
the old lady standing beside her, and smiled,
"Grandma will pay the bill." |
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