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Walking down 57th Street, passing some of the fanciest stores in New York City, I see an old married couple.  The wife is peering in the windows at David Yurman.

Wife: I think it would be fun, don’t you?

Husband: I don’t have a choice.  Whatever you like, I like.

Wife: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU DON’T––

Husband: WHATEVER YOU LIKE, I LIKE.

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