banta to his new bride preeto,
now that we are married, do you think you will be able to live on my small income?
preeto: of course dear, no trouble. but what will you live on?
in a 1oo meter race,it was announced
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start.
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all started running except santa.
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coach: why are you still waiting?
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santa: my no is 4!