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Being fairly new and in good condition, he picked the ball up, put it in his pocket and proceeded on his way.

Waiting at the zebra crossing for the light to change, he noticed a beautiful blonde standing next to him smiling.

“What do you have in your pocket?” she asked.

“Tennis ball,” the man said smiling back.

“Wow,” said the blonde looking upset. “That must hurt. I once had tennis elbow and the pain was unbearable!”