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In a bustling city, there lived a married couple, John and Sarah

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. John was a hard-working guy

who always had his family’s best interests at heart,

but he had a slight problem—he was terribly forgetful.

Whether it was forgetting to buy groceries

or missing an important call,

he often left Sarah shaking her head.

Sarah, on the other hand,

was a perfectionist who couldn’t stand mistakes.

One evening, Sarah asked John to pick up

some groceries on his way home from work.

True to form,

John walked in empty-handed.

Furious, Sarah playfully called him a

“jackass” for forgetting.

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