Fancy a drink?
I burst through the door with a bottle of wine last night.
"Fancy a tipple babe?" I asked my wife.
"I'm not drinking that," she cried. "My mother's died."
"I'm sorry, you're right!" I replied.
"Fancy a tipple babe?" I asked my wife.
"I'm not drinking that," she cried. "My mother's died."
"I'm sorry, you're right!" I replied.
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