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Walking up to a department store’s fabric counter, the pretty girl asked, “I would like to buy this material for a new dress. How much does it cost?”
“Only one kiss per yard,” replied the smirking male clerk.
“That’s fine,” replied the girl. “I’ll take ten yards.”
With expectation and anticipation written all over his face, the clerk quickly measured out & wrapped the cloth, then teasingly held it out.
The girl snapped up the package and pointed to a little old man who was standing beside her. “Grandpa will pay the bill,” she smiled.
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