They stood in a public park, admiring the exquisitely sculptured perfection of a naked man, a bronze replica of Auguste Rodin's Thinking Man. With his elbow on his knee and hand in his chin, he sat on his rock, deep in thought. It was a sunny day, and people streamed past them in all directions.
"I wonder what he is thinking?" Sue asked.
"I asked him while your head was turned the other way," Amy answered.
"Really? What did he say?"
"He said, you should stop checking out every hot bod that passes you. You are about to be married."
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