A moose walks into a bookstore, sniffs at the volumes on the shelf, then spies a potted palm and starts munching on its top leaves. A salesclerk notices antlers sticking up over the aisles and strolls up to the moose.
“Pardon me.” says the clerk. “Are you looking to purchase a particular book that I might help you find?”
“No,” says the moose. “I’m just browsing.”
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