“You know what I hate?”
“The list has gotten too long,”
“I hate angels.”
The man looked over his newspaper, “Angels?”
“Yes,” the woman took a deep drag from the cigarette. “Angels.”
He went back to reading, “And why is that, dear?”
“Don’t you do that, don’t you patronize me. I have a perfectly good reason to hate angels.”
With a sigh the man
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