Harold's wife bought a new line of expensive cosmetics guaranteed to make her look years younger. After a lengthy sitting before the mirror applying the "miracle " products, she asked, "Darling, honestly, what age would you say I am? " Looking over her carefully, Harold replied, "Judging from your skin, twenty your hair, eighteen and your figure, twenty five. " "Oh, you flatterer! " she gushed. "Hey, wait a minute! " Harold interrupted. "I haven't added them up yet. "
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