For a bit of a smile. Fred
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nothing changes, nothing changes.Don't back stitch to email, just stitchit.The neighborhood deli was open on a stormy night.Max, the owner, was getting ready to close when a figure came in through the door. A man, covered with snow and looking like a snowman. He shook off his hat and brushed his shoulders. He took off his gloves and opened his coat. "Give me a quarter pound novie, two sour pickles, a schmaltz herring and a rye bread," he said. Max was amazed. "For that you came out on a night like this? Your wife sent you?" The customer growled,*
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- "Of course my wife. Do you think my mother would let me go out on a night like this?"