Man asks Nasruddin to write a letter to his brother. Nasruddin writes it as man dictates. Man asks him to read it back. Nasruddin struggles. Then he protests, "It's my job to write it, not read it. Plus, it's not even addressed to you!"
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Sunday, December 16, 2001
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