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Broken leg

„How did it happen?“ the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the man’s broken leg.“Well, doc, 25 years ago…““Never mind the past! Tell me how you broke your leg this morning.““Like I was saying… 25 years ago, when I first started working on thefarm, that night, right after I’d gone to bed, the farmer’s beautifuldaughter came into my room. She asked me if there was anything Iwanted.I said, „No, everything is fine.““Are you sure?“ she asked.“I’m sure,“ I said.“Isn’t there anything I can do for you???“ she wanted to know.“I reckon not,“ I replied.“Excuse me,“ said the doctor, „What the hell does this story have to dowith your broken leg?!?!?““Well, this morning,“ the farmhand explained, „when it dawned on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!“

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