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Show Sweet Dreams A little old lady in her seventies went to a doctor. She expounded all her ailments, real arid imaginary, but seemed most concerned about a recurring dream in which she was diligently pursued by a personable young man who wanted to flirt with her. The doctor was sympathetic, and advised her how she might sleep more soundly. In a few days she returned, still woeful. "Don't tell me you aren't sleeping better nowadays," said the doctor. "Oh, I'm sleeping fine," the patient pa-tient replied, "but to tell the truth, I certainly miss that young man!" |