The Teacher

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Once upon a time, a long time ago, when I was a teen, I asked my teacher about the meaning of life.

“Mister, what is the meaning of life?” I asked him.

He replied: “it’s 24.”

I looked at him, puzzled. “I don’t understand.”

He muttered: “it’s a stupid question, therefor you get a stupid answer.”

From that day forward, I considered him to be a wise man.

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