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| So let me get this straight. Fuck's dying, and has hidden his fortune somewhere for anyone to find. | |
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| Yes, that's it exactly. But nobody's really sure where it is. | |
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| But how did Fuck get so much money? | |
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| Not exactly. He writes those poems you get inside greetings cards. | |
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