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There were two homeless, pity friends

There were two homeless, pity friends. Lets called one of them, say so,- "Fred". One day, "Armani" suit Fred found in the dump, But Fred was not conceited, as I would done. This means, that not always, a sudden wealth Corrupted people. Not, at all, always!

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