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Fordítási probléma jelentése
says, "I really trust my wife, and I think she has always been faithful to
me, but there's *always* that doubt. There's *always* that little doubt."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," his friend replies.
"Well, buddy, I've got to leave on a business trip this weekend,
and I wonder... well... would you watch my house while I'm gone? I trust
her, it's just that there's *always* that doubt."
The friend agreed to help out and two weeks later gave his report.
"I've got some bad news for you," says the friend. "The evening
after you left I saw a strange car pull up in front of your house. A man
got out of the car and went in the house and had dinner with your wife.
After dinner they went upstairs and I saw your wife kissing him. Then, he
took off his shirt and she took off her blouse. And then the light went
out."
"*Then* what happened?" said the husband, his eyes