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This piece of string walks into a bar.
The bartender yells, "Hey! We don't serve strings here."
The string tries to order anyway, but the bartender pulls out a pair of scissors.
So the piece of string runs out the door.
Through out the day, the string is tossed out from bars.
His ends are coming loose.
So, before entering the last bar, the string contorts himself.
Nonetheless, the bartender looks at him carefully.
"Hey! Are you a piece of string?"
The string replies, "No, I'm a frayed knot"
