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“Whatcha doin’, sweetheart?”
Hank sat at his garage workbench looking through stacks of photos. “I saw an ad for an artist who does custom paintings from snapshots. I’m going to order a picture of my honey; put it up at my office. I’m looking for the best shot.”
“How sweet, dear,” his wife said. “Look, I think this is one of the best snapshots of me. You agree?”
“Oh, not a picture of you, honey. This artist does different kinds of pictures. I’m getting a picture of my other honey,” he said gesturing to the vintage MG next to them.