Alberto Costa, after a long tennis season, went to retire. He thought of enjoying and went to a bar. Alberto sat next to a man with a dog at his feet.
"Does your dog bite?" he asked.
"No," was the reply.
Hardly some minutes had passed; the dog took a huge chunk out of Alberto's leg. Alberto said to the man, "You said your dog doesn't bite!"
The man replied, "That's not my dog,"
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"Does your dog bite?" he asked.
"No," was the reply.
Hardly some minutes had passed; the dog took a huge chunk out of Alberto's leg. Alberto said to the man, "You said your dog doesn't bite!"
The man replied, "That's not my dog,"
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