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My normally petite wife grew extremely large during her pregnancy with our second child. By her ninth month, she had become accustomed to a lot of attention and good-natured teasing.
One day, just before the baby was due, she went to the post office. Watching her waddle up to his window, the postal clerk quipped, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think we can help you here.” Without missing a beat, my wife responded, “But I thought you delivered!”
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