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An old Jewish man lays on his deathbed…
“Is my wife here?” he asks. “Yes, dear, I’m right here.” she answers. “Are my children here?” he asks. “Yes, papa, we’re here.” they answer. “Are my grandchildren here?” he asks. “Yes, zayde, we’re all here.” many small voices answer. “Then why is the light on in the kitchen?” he asks.
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