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"Oh, please!

You really mustn't say that!" I felt afraid of him and sorry for him at the same time. "I'm married you know!"

"We don't have to let that stop us. Couldn't I just see you occasionally and dance with you like this? Who would know if we went to my home secretly? I have a car, I could take you anywhere.

"But don't you know who I am?" I asked.

"You are the most beautiful woman in the world!" And with that he embraced me and kissed me hard.

Suddenly, a man and a woman rushed out to us and grabbed us away from each other. The man was my wife, and the woman was the milkman.

"Either

"What a pair of dopes!" my wife exclaimed. you two are blind, or you're looking for black eyes."

"Listen, cookie," I objected, "you told me to dance with this guy, I didn't know he was a Romeo!"

"Just a minute!" the milkman in the Marie Antoin- ette costume said. "Don't go calling my wife a Romeo, or I'll punch you in the nose even if you do look Liz Taylor!"

"What! You mean Prince Charming here is your wife?" I gulped.

"You're not a girl?" Prince Charming asked me with tears in "his" eyes. "I thought I had really fooled you."

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"You did fool me, I told her.

"But, that's not the same as if I had fooled a real girl!" "he" wailed.

So as it turned out, it was a mixed up affair all around. My wife and the milkman seemed to be the only two at the ball who knew each other in spite of the dress being on the wrong party. Or was it on the right party? I don't know, I'm still a little hazy about that and a

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