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'How did it happen?' the doctor asked the middle-aged farmhand as he set the man's broken leg.
'Well, doc, 25 years ago ...'
'Never mind the past. Tell me how you broke your leg this morning.'
'Like I was saying...25 years ago, when I first started working on the farm, that night, right after I'd gone to bed, the farmer's beautiful daughter came into my room. She asked me if there was anything I wanted. I said, 'No, everything is fine.'
'Are you sure?' she asked.
'I'm sure,' I said.
'Isn't there anything I can do for you?' she wanted to know.
'I reckon not,' I replied.
'Excuse me,' said the doctor, 'What does this story have to do with your leg?'
'Well, this morning,' the farmhand explained, 'when it dawned on me what she meant, I fell off the roof!'
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