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Shirley Sharfman was in excruciating pain. “Oy my back is killing me!”
“What’s the matter Shirley?” asked Marla, one of her co-workers.
“I was moving furniture last night and my back is killing me!”
"Why didn't you wait until your husband got home?" Marla asked.
"Ira?” Shirley laughed. “I guess I could have but the couch is easier to move if he's not on it."