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Compliment
Larry! Come here! said his furious mother, putting the telephone down, I’ve just had a call from Mrs. Harrison about your behavior to her Doris at the school dance last night. You wretched, rude boy!
I was nice to her, Mum, really I was! protested the youth.
I even paid her a compliment when we had a dance.
Did you, indeed? said his mother grimly, And what exactly did you say?
I said, Gosh, Doris, you sweat less than any fat girl I’ve ever danced with! | 
