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Misunderstanding

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The estate I bought in NY was very much like the home I grew up in Milan, the only things missing was statues. I told the contractor that I wanted a statue by the front gate, one by the garage, and one by the back gate. Imagine my shock when I moved in and there were these three statuettes by the gates and garage. I, naturally  asked for an explanation from the contractor. He said I had ordered them. I told him no, I did not. What I asked for was the little black instruments, that when you picked it up, you said, "Hello statue?"

 

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