Early morning in Paris


At an apartment, the doorbell rings early in the morning.

A very angry looking Françoise opens the door and sees her husband Victor standing there. He has alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his cheek.

“I assume,” she snarled, “that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in at six o’clock in the morning?”

“There is,” replied Victor. “Breakfast.”

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