Bob lost his leg in the war, but gained a wife when he married the beautiful cook at his post. They were married for fifty years, had two children, and two grandchildren, all grown up now. Since his wife passed away, Bob has been living in a hostel close to us. We sometimes chat when he's having a smoko on the street; Bob used to work in the printing industry too, as a newspaper typesetter. I've never known anyone who can memorise as many jokes and tell them in such fast succession – completely poker-faced!
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