A young woman was describing her date to a friend. “After dinner,” she said, “he wanted to come back to my apartment, but I refused. I told him my mother would worry if I did anything like that.”
“Then what happened?” asked her friend.
“He kept insisting, and I kept refusing,” the young woman responded.
“He didn’t weaken your resolve, did he?” the friend asked.
“Not a bit. In the end, we went back to his apartment. I figured, let his mother worry.”
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