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While waiting in the reception room for my first appointment with a new dentist, I noticed his diploma, which bore his full name. Suddenly, I remembered that a tall, handsome boy with the same name had been in my high school class some 45 years ago. Upon seeing him, however, I quickly discarded any thought that he might have been my classmate. This balding, gray-haired man with the deeply lined face was much too old to have gone to school with me. After he examined my teeth, I asked him if he had attended the local high school. "Yes," he replied. "When did you graduate?" I asked. He answered, "1957." "Why, you were in my class!" I exclaimed. He looked at me closely and then asked, "What did you teach?"
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