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A Londonpub-anda lot to talkabout

Jane: Where's Phil?

Peggy: I think he's out the back. Now， George， what'll it be?

George: The usual， please.

Jane: Mum， he's not there. Maybe he's outside， smirting.

George: What's smirting?

Jane: George， you are so past it. What do you get when you

smoke and flirt at the same time?