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The teenage daughter, Cathy, had just been given family car privileges. One Friday night she returned home from a party late. The next morning her father went out to the driveway to get the newspaper and came back into the house frowning.
At 11:30 AM Cathy sleepily walked into the kitchen to face the question "What time did you get in last night?"
"Not too late, Dad."
"Then I'll have to talk with the paperboy about putting my paper under the front tire of the car."
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