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Item on bill from lawyer:
Crossed street to talk to you; it wasn't you: .$30.00
Fred was riding with his lawyer friend Jack.
"Jack, you're a good guy, but you lawyers think of nothing but money."
"That's not true," said Jack. "I'm only seeking justice for my clients."
Just then a truck roared by and ripped off Jack's driver-door.
"My Porsche! .My Porsche!" cried Jack.
"See?" said Fred. "You just proved my point, Jack.
. . You didn't even notice that the truck tore off your left arm."
Jack stared in horror. ."My Rolex! .My Rolex!"