A young lady, rover, went to a dance, and she had a low-cut,
strapless gown on. Around her neck she wore a little
golden airplane on a long chain. All night she noticed
a young man, staring at her.
In her embarrassment, she held up the airplane and said,
"Oh, you like my airplane, huh?"
The young man smiled mischievously. "No ma'am, I was
just admiring the landing field."
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle