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A salesman rang the bell at a home, and the door was opened by a nine-year-old boy puffing on a long black cigar.
Hiding his amazement, the salesman asked the young man, "Is your mother home?"
The boy took the cigar out of his mouth, flicked ashes on the carpet, and asked, "What do you think?"
Hiding his amazement, the salesman asked the young man, "Is your mother home?"
The boy took the cigar out of his mouth, flicked ashes on the carpet, and asked, "What do you think?"