Waiting Game

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“Yes, Officer?”
“What are you doing?” the policeman asked.

“Well, sir, I’m reading, and my girlfriend is knitting a sweater.”
“How old are you, son?” the officer asked.

“I’m twenty,” the boy replied, looking at his watch.
“And in about twelve minutes, she’ll be eighteen.”

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