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One day while jogging, a middle-aged man noticed a tennis ball lying by the
side of the walkway.

Seeing that it was fairly new and in very good condition, he picked the ball up,
put it in his pocket and proceeded on his way.

Waiting at the cross street for the light to change, he noticed a beautiful blonde
standing next to him smiling.

"What's that you have in your pocket?" she asked.

"Tennis ball." the man said smiling back.

"Wow," said the blond looking upset. "That must hurt. I once had tennis elbow
and the pain was unbearable!"
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