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One dark day in the middle of the night, two dead sholdiers got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. The deaf policeman heard the noise, and came to kill the two dead boys. If you don't believe this story is true, ask the blind man, he saw it too. Unknown Author
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