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continued the great-grandmother, " and replied: 'What are you thinking I am, homi? I would only cut the nose if I did it like this' and tchum! He ran the tool across the tip of his own nose, the asshole!
Those who heard the narrative for the first time would laugh and think that the end was there. But the joke, which the great-grandfather insisted on narrating as the very truth, continued.
"And in the dense forest, after the scare was over, they danced looking for the guy's nose.
"Oh, how awful! "I pretended to be an aunt.
“Horror was that hunt. Night was already falling, the heavy clouds not long before it rained, where did they think the nose was? 'Hey Manduca, let me help you, homi, I'm e
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